Trying New Things

Most of my poetry has been rather void of imagery and scenery, focusing more on emotions and actions. Recently I’ve been playing around more with poetry, and trying to see if I’m capable of writing poems that are full of descriptions. The following is a prose poem that I wrote a couple days ago.

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Scowering paths untraveled under leafy canopies that shade treasures below, her eyes search wildly for the small brown heads of the hidden delicacies. She creeps softly, watching footsteps that crush the green foliagewhile clutching the handle of her pale as if it were a child, waiting to be filled to the brim with nourishment. Her eyes sharpen as she shrieks, feeling the soft quiver of excitement flowing down her arms, extending into each precise pluck of the leathery morrells a top the cool giving earth.

The poem is inspired from an experience from childhood. My family owns about 80 acres, most of which is forest. My family used to pick morrells, which are pretty hard to find, being brown in color they blend in to the forest quite well.

I am not sure how well written this poem is. I almost think that I used too much descriptions, but that maybe because I’m not used to them a lot. I hope that they work in the style of the poem. I am hoping that it flows well, but it is always so hard to judge your own work. I think that I am going to work shop this poem this week. Everyone in my poetry class is very talented, and the feed back is always very good. If it passes by them I’ll know that I did a good job. If not, I am sure that they will give me advice on how to make it better.

If anybody on line would like to give me advice or comments, that would also be appreciated. If you have the time, let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.