So I have to write a poem for my Creative Writing class. This is what I came up with. We had to repeat a line or scheme and title it something we picked out of a hat. I chose the word "Saunter."
Sting.
Near perfect January.
Come, at odds with variations.
I miss gears, travelling
In my cobalt blue steel shell,
Windshield feigning frost.
Squinted eyes of a human hermit crab.
I venture, noble sans intentions.
Symmetric to ghosts that accompany, never haunt.
Scratch of pencils, graphite slow strokes shine.
Electronic blips, as beautiful as sirens seizing
traffic. Stapling veins of sunlight against
defensive corners of horizons.
Symmetric to oceans that recede, never pause.
Attention all! This may be the best dark roast
for marrow-deficient mornings. Crooked posture in plastic seats.
The tongue applauds the sweetness like hands would
high black boot heel clicks on the pavement.
Legs lengthy and ready, wrapping tightly contemplated
in the hunchbacked shadows of buildings
downtown.
Symmetric to dreaming children that fail, never fly.
Time being. Imagine being time!
Constant, evasive, fleeting, full,
hole-punched page currency, adorned with weeping queens,
monuments, thieves.
Symmetric to maps that lead, never mark.
Comfortable in only one cave.
No choice, forced;
I suppose this skin is fine,
if not I’ll age and sew
until lips and teeth fit.
Salty gums, dirty mouth,
I’d quit smoking if I could
keep breathing fire.
Symmetric to the path that circles, never straightens.
Symmetric to the gait that limps, never hurries.
Symmetric to the glow that fades, never lasts.
Rip, roll, pull, drag, draw, BANG…And saunter on.
Thoughts?