A poem I wrote for my college creative writing course, a bit silly, but funny.
No, I don't know why it goes black and white/color/black and white again. I guess I don't know what I'm doing editing-wise.
An hour from home, a small drive for the love of music
A striped scarf wrapped around my neck but not for warmth
I run through the chill of early fall into the library
Wordlessly, I am directed up a flight of wooden steps
A bridge to imagination cleverly disguised in sensibility
I enter the room, breathless from the run or the anticipation?
A riff, a squeal, connecting melody, testing its effect
We are similarly garbed in our love of bespectacled magic
Jump up and down, shouting out now familiar words
About flying, fantasies of more than our world
Tawny hair falling in your eyes as you dance
Excitement of words that touch everyone
Longtime fans, newfound friends
An entire set list of awesome
You fall back, as I do, into a chair
The energy of the hour still reverberating
Through your veins as the crowd
Swarms you with congratulations
And girls garner for your attention
But, locking away your guitar
You walk up to me, a devilish grin
Crossing your face, you
Hold out a bright orange wrapper
Chocolate? You say
It's kind of a tradition
We meet in the exchange of sugar
Cool Time Turner, you laugh
I can only blush and tell you
How much I enjoyed the show
You say, in all sincerity
You have to come again tomorrow
It'll be an even bigger dance party
But I cannot, the real world beckons
Your face drops with disappointment
As does my own at a missed opportunity
I'm pulled away, out of the room
Back through the door, into my car
But with a promise of meeting again
Next summer, an hour away
Lovely, vivid imagery...good luck on the competition, it's a winner.
FlyingPirate 3 years ago 2
Thanks! I won't know for another month how I did, but I'm looking forward to it.
RunningWithTheGnomes 3 years ago