Poetry

So I got back into the normal sway of things. I missed my lab yesterday, but went to today’s section to make it up. I’ve been working on more poetry for class. Most of my poems are rather depressing, so I want to try to work on poems that are uplifting, or atleast hopeful. I tried writing a haiku today, but I am not very good. I think that you need to be philisophical in order to write haikus, and I am just not in the mood to contemplate things that deeply. I attempted to write a haiku about a nutri-grain bar that I was eating this morning. I am not sure if it is a haiku though.
One thing that has been frustrating me is that I don’t really know what a hykoo is. I though that I knew the definition, but all the one that have been read in class don’t seem to follow the definition. Maybe it’s just because poetry is a pretty class, or maybe I was just wrong about what a haiku is.
After failing at haiku, I wrote the following poem to distribute for the workshop on Tuesday.
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A six year old blond girl was held up so she could reach the handles of the fooseball table. With each block she was praised by the bellowing voice above her. She came out a champion, and was hoisted through the air around the crowd of friends and relatives.
Soon afterwards the man that held her up passed away, leaving the family broken and confused. The girl now had to reach the handles on her own. One day she would learn how to fly without the help from spirits.


