A NEW POEM?!?!??!?! Well, yes and no. I wrote this poem as a closing piece to my poetry class's portfolio. It's the most recent poem I've written, though that was like about a month ago.... :(
This poem's sole purpose is indulging in sounds and slant rhymes. It's riddled with them. I'm not sure what else to say about it. Meh.
Also, between this poem and now, I contracted mono, the current bane of my existence. Not that you REALLY care, but I'm feeling particularly excusatory or whatever (pretty sure that word is misused, but I'm still construing the meaning I want it to have!!!!)
-CD
Before the Tide Dries,
The patchy thatch hangs strange in the ebb.
A web of wood, if it could, would drain the creek.
The plump branches are bland from leaking and seeping.
Weeping willows with soft plumes keep pillows of seaweed
Submerged in a looming urge to attach themselves to shelves
Of wispy algae. Sleepless fish went beyond their gentle genes
To fight the stream, with their dreamy passion fastened to their fins.
Live! It’s only a sliver of a river, and then the pond! Live for what’s beyond!
Nothing goes where it knows it has already gone. There! To the delta,
The snow melting like glass bows, arching in the parched sun,
Ice pooling on the still cool grass, the last of the white. All so fast.
The complex pleasure of survival. Nothing to measure it next to.
Not cleansing your senses, not dipping your lips in the briny water
Covered in fishy shine, maggots dragging themselves over the surface.
Not letting ambrosia flow over your tongue in sweet erosion,
Pastel fastened to emotions or slanted, rosy, tinted reality.
Not even to silver gills. Not to the last frost lost in the dry islands
Covered in another river’s sand. Not at the cold mouth of the sea
Holding in what it is about to free.
