I haven’t written poetry in years. I actually had given it up because I didn’t think that I was any good. It turns out that this really doesn’t matter. In the writing class that I’m taking, the Prof. suggests using poetry as a way to loosen up and pull at the rhythm for prose writing. Interesting idea. She gave us an exercise to write a poem describing a body. Here is what I came up with —
The Body
Bitter bark covered maple wood stained
Burnt by the sun charcoal
Bended shoulders curved back
weighed down by the elements
Swollen calves planted firmly on the earth
Rounded trunk filled out by time
Wide arms made shelter
from the storms
To the sun erect neck poised high
Reaching ever upwards
Bitter bark covered maple wood stained