Explanation: This in an ekphrastic poem which was written in response to the featured image of Himmel Reyes. This is not a non-fiction poem, but rather, what I felt looking at the image provided.
I am very delayed in all of my summer posts… My only excuse is that I find it hard to write about England because it yanks me between love and loathing–and I like my posts to be in order, so I delayed it all until I finally wrote something.
Since I am in a Non-Fiction workshop class, I decided to write about Eversholt (my small village) under a “Place” prompt. It’s neither a positive, nor negative account. Rather, it’s an observation of the beauty of the countryside as seen by me as a kid.
I hope you enjoy this little slice of …whatever this is! It made me laugh when someone was editing it, they thought I made up Guy Fawkes and my own street name! Tut tut.
(Fun fact; the featured picture is of my “glass-filled hole” that I took this summer when the new owners gave me a tour!)
My girlfriend and I took a spontaneous road trip to Joshua Tree. And let me tell you, it exceeded my expectations by miles! Well, sort of… Joshua Tree National Park itself was on the spectrum of what I call the “once in about 15 years” kinda place — where I don’t see a need to go back for a very long time because it will most likely be exactly as it was the day I went, and I’m sure I would not forget it.
It’s been four nights since I left the bay for the summer, [and four years (and three days) since I started this rather inconsistent blog of mine]. Only a week ago I was starting to rip pictures off my wall in anticipation for the end of Spring 2017. My roommate hadn’t started yet, in fact, she had barely been back from her weekend holiday in Chicago by then. Not only that, but we still had final exams to prepare for before we could do any celebrating.
Summer this year wasn’t as eagerly anticipated as it would be if we were any other college student, and it’s certainly nothing like it was back in high school – all excited to do nothing and relax under the sun. Don’t get me wrong, we all were excited for that — but, this year, it was a little different–a little more…bittersweet.
I was not dissatisfied with the beginning of spring semester this year. Not one bit. In fact, Spring has been the best time of my life – this whole academic year has been pretty awesome – but particularly this season.
I have felt so positive in my surroundings and I’ve had very good luck – even more so after a disappointing political season. After the Women’s March in LA, I arrived on orientation day and reunited with my friends and met new residents. Then after all that faffing about, I unpacked, we started school, had a games night, I started my tennis club (only one meeting has been had this entire semester due to flooding), and the house took a day trip to San Francisco.
After much delay, here is a Sonnet I wrote that was kind of inspired by my last post on falling in love with a writer. This poem describes the writer’s (or an artist’s) imagination and the struggles it comes with – or rather, the price they pay for such a gift. It’s a simple little english sonnet I whipped up for class the other week. Fourteen line, ABAB..GG format.
Hope you enjoy! I will try to post more often. Until then–