Maybe it’s my impending nuptials…
Maybe my hormones are out of whack…
Maybe I’m turning into a sap in my old age…
But this stuff is gettin’ me lately!
But this one is definitely more the style of me and my fiance:
😀 Happy Friday!
I’ve been reading up on some poetry lately, specifically Edgar Allan Poe, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the darkly twisted romantics of his young love lost writings have effected me. As usual, I had a short phrase come together, unexpectedly and out of nowhere, in my mind that sounded beautiful to me. I memorized it until I was able to jot it down, then I built on it to create a whole story. A whole story that took an unusual, and again unexpected, turn about midway through. It was even surprising to me, as I had no plans for how this would turn out and was just writing whatever came to my mind. I think I quite like it, though…
Good day little singing birdI feel comfortable in saying I have a way with words in writing stories or articles or opinion pieces. I never thought I would write poetry. I absolutely love reading poetry, but I often do research after reading a poem I particularly enjoy to make sure I am fully understanding all the intricacies. I had this idea of what poetry was, all flowery words and debatable representations – ala Dickinson, Poe, or Shakespeare – and it all seemed far to deep for me. But one day, several years ago when I was wasting time in a general education class in college by doodling around in a notebook, a statement formed in my mind. I don’t know where it came from or how it came together, it just did and I felt compelled to write it down. So I did, but it didn’t stop there. This one random little sentence, lines 3-4 in the following writing, sparked even more bits and pieces that started falling into place and by the end of this useless class I was stuck in, I had completed what I never thought possible: a poem that wasn’t completely terrible. I am not knowledgeable at all about poetry. I know none of the technical terms or the different styles still to this day, but that’s the closest thing I can think of that this fragmented little story could be, and therefore that’s what I decided to call it: my very first poem entitled The Takeover. Read the rest of this entry »
Poems, Stories & Musings by Karem Barratt
Motivational Empowerment...Self Love...Breaking Free From Your Past, In Hope For A Bigger & Brighter Future
The world is a confusing place, these are just my musings on it.
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