Via Poeticae

As I've aged, I've come to witness the poetic nature of life with much more admiration and less elitism- I wrote my first ballad bemoaning the death of a relative when I was ten, and the works penned during the seven years that followed were trite, solipsistic expressions of insecurity that lacked genuine voice but held in high esteem by teachers and local poets as I studied and honed my skills.

In retrospect, I was such a stereotypically angst-ridden, self-righteous teen that I truly find most of my writings from that era laughable. My pen hadn't plumbed the depths of my own melancholic heart, so I was writing to cover my dearth of self-esteem with terse verse, villanelle, terzarima, and slant rhyme. In college, I began to find my voice, but a great deal of my best works were not published because I was too scared to reveal my genuine self to the public. I had to keep up appearances, afterall! ; )

Since then, I've continued to write but haven't put myself out there, so to speak. The time to do so is drawing nigh- I've published papers and essays, yet poetry has always been my greatest love- I needn't hide any longer. Now my task is simply to build some habits and claim the voice my soul possesses. Does anyone have any requests?! : )
AthenaAdAbsurdum AthenaAdAbsurdum
26-30, F
7 Responses May 21, 2007

I would love to hear how the movement of this great earth, the rise of the powerful sun in the morning, and fall of our shining moon in the night. The crash of the great oceans waves and how you can feel its power through the sand. Then how you feel when the wind blows your around like your a feather. OUR EARTH IS AMAZING. I challenge you to capture its power with your own words and powerful emotion. I wish thee luck.

Write one about choices, or storms, or dreams. <br />
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Great stuff can come out of you; it is in there. I like your work but take a little time to weed out the 10 dollar words more often; leave a few. The general public will like you because they get it, but they don't have to use a dictionary as often, and those who are wordy will get to to play with their brains. <br />
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How are you with Voltas? Good luck with everything-poetry is beautiful in any language.

could you write Me one about when One was about to give up on living and then, by a lucky fluke, found their soulmate. :-)

I wrote a song called "Am I You?" based on the idea that our existence is rather arbitrary. Nobody chooses their birth it just happens. The idea that we really are all undifferentiated and that I could just as easily be the person next to me as I am myself.

hmmm...I can certainly try- do you want fries with that?! But, seriously, if you have any specific qualities or a concept in mind, I'd love a little more fodder for my cerebral kiln!

Anything! Everything! I love love love your writing! Sign me your biggest fan!!!<br />
xoxoxo<br />