During my sophomore year of college, I took a Beginner’s Poetry Class. I wish this could be where I dove into a story of how the class changed my life, I met the love of my life, and now I’m planning to participate in a MFA program with him in New York.
No, it was kind of a let down. And way out of my comfort zone. I was hoping to learn more about myself and maybe challenge myself through the course, but nothing much came of my experience. Which, was probably due to the professor caring less than I did.
Okay, let me take that back. There was the cutie that my friend Mae and I would email back and forth about. And then the awesome girl, Erica, who was this perfect combination of weird and cool. We even share the same upcoming birthday. Shout out to Erica if she ever finds this blog post.
Towards the end of the semester, I mustered up enough energy to put together a portfolio. I was not the next Maya Angelou, but I would at least pass the class. I kept my pieces on a JumpDrive for later consumption, and today just happened to be one of those days. Below is a piece that still makes me smile. About a girl who just can’t find her footing. While probably juvenile, I thought the form and spacing of the poem made this so much more amusing than the average piece.
((UPDATE: THE FORMAT WON’T SHOW UP HERE!! I’ll just attach a photo of it so you can catch my drift))
Take a trip down memory lane with me and enjoy the piece below! xx, C.
Challenge by Staircase: Tales of the Everyday Klutz.
A task so simple,
tripped up tenaciously by
mahogany hurdles of death.
Graceful onlookers pass,
They just don’t get it.
steps bring her up,
Leading one direction,
or the other.
Acquainted with the bottom,
she’s prone to her mistakes.
Her klutz may be a curse,
falling is a chance,
to look up.