Sorry I've been absent from class. Please accept this note from my, umm, well, just chastise me for it.
Here's a re-write (based on the lesson) I did of something I'd like to make into a real something, but I stink as a poet:
It's supposed to be reflection
That you interpret in new ways
Not what will be there when I awake
You're not supposed to guide my days
Holes burn beneath the giant ape
The call to war I rejected
Hole in my gut I would avoid
So my appendix you infected
Thank you greatly for returning
To the way that you once were
Will I receive another test?
Will I die if I defer?
Like I said, I'm no poet. I went for ABAB, 8-7-8-7, then 9-9-9-9, then back to 8-7-8-7 to work off the theme. The poem is about dreams feeling like visions and whether we listen to the voice of God.
And since I'm all about my poor poetry in this particular lesson, I'll throw out my last work, which was probably just aweful - though I had fun writing it.
The Bridge to Nowhere Certain
Tried getting cute and it fell flat....oh well. Red ink away...
“Get to work. Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair.” ~Dillard.