Catharsis

This term has been the roughest term to date for me, by far. I've had some serious problems with one of my courses (Hint: not creative writing.... THANK GOD) and have thus had to find a lot of ways to destress myself, some working better than others.

Not surprisingly, poetry has been GREAT! I wrote this particular poem by hand in one of the reading rooms in the library yesterday. I literally finished it in fifteen minutes... It was crazy. Good to have, though. Really needed it.

Apathy

The brass fittings on my brain are too atonal
For what I want to complete right now,
And so I venture, incognizant of "how"
Into the facets unknown. Null.
At times I breathe a propensity of eternal
Questions with the caveat that I pursue them,
But with their immensity I rue them,
Preferring the silence in nocturnal.
One day I'll remember the joys of curiosity,
Rolling in uncertainty, sighing at naïveté.
But have none of that desire today.
The indifference. Its lulled viscosity.


This second thing is something I wrote in Spanish class not two hours ago, so it is FRESH! We're studying poetry now in Spanish and my prof had us practice by writing quatrains. I wrote this and later shared it with the class just to prove to my prof that my writing in Spanish was not entirely "incredibly deficient." I pumped this out in two minutes. I'll include a crappy literal translation.

En la lengua de colores
Hay la gran actividad
De ser bello como flores
Pero lleno de piedad.


"In the language of the colors,
There is a great activity
To be lovely like flowers
But full of piety."

Unpublished Material, ©2012 Cali Digre