Well I guess I should say this my first time blogging. So far what I have gotten from this class is a lot of outside of the box thinking. The techniques we use to access our "muse" is of definite interest to me. I find what works best for me is music (without lyrics) and visual aids. I have found that reading poetry has become less strenuous with the more that I read. I find it uplifting to be able to hear the "music" in the poetry. It gives me a sense of accomplishment and understanding. Not only to I feel better about reading and enjoying poetry I find with each muse write and extra writing in class I find my ideas flow much better. If I can come to a way of writing that I can call my own I feel that by the end of the semester I will have accomplished what this course plans on conveying.
Well thanks to those who read this and I will be seeing you all this Thursday
.Mike Clute
Recycle
Red .
The color of my blood.
The blood that pumps through my veins and circulates throughout my body,
Of which enables the different pieces of me -
My ligaments
To stretch and attain exercise as I perform different tasks and errands that will only please him,
Which in return pleases me.
The color of my blood.
The blood that pumps through my veins and circulates throughout my body,
Of which enables the different pieces of me -
My ligaments
To stretch and attain exercise as I perform different tasks and errands that will only please him,
Which in return pleases me.
Red .
The color of an organ so vital.
No -
The original color of that organ.
STILL the color of what pumps,
Pumps blood into my heart.
The heart now a blue blob,
Abandoned and cold,
Thanks to him -
And the soulless entities before his reign.
The color of an organ so vital.
No -
The original color of that organ.
STILL the color of what pumps,
Pumps blood into my heart.
The heart now a blue blob,
Abandoned and cold,
Thanks to him -
And the soulless entities before his reign.
Red .
The only color I see.
Sky - Red.
Guy – RED.
Mirror – Red.
The color that brews deep within my soul.
The only color I see.
Sky - Red.
Guy – RED.
Mirror – Red.
The color that brews deep within my soul.
Yellow .
A color on a traffic light.
The color in the middle,
Between green and red.
Slow down -
It warns you.
Don’t act with too much haste.
That’s what got you here in the first place.
A color on a traffic light.
The color in the middle,
Between green and red.
Slow down -
It warns you.
Don’t act with too much haste.
That’s what got you here in the first place.
Yellow .
The color that radiates from a light bulb -
Only when lit.
Question marks arise.
Truth within the lies -
Clarity.
The color that radiates from a light bulb -
Only when lit.
Question marks arise.
Truth within the lies -
Clarity.
Green .
The color of my eyes when I saw her.
Not envious -
Of her at least.
Envious of the attention she was taking away from me.
Envious because affection shown by him -
No matter how proportioned held an immense value.
The color of my eyes when I saw her.
Not envious -
Of her at least.
Envious of the attention she was taking away from me.
Envious because affection shown by him -
No matter how proportioned held an immense value.
Green .
The first color on a traffic light.
It glares at you after Red rears its ugly head.
Go.
It is okay to proceed forward -
It’s permitting you.
Move on.
It’s okay.
Once driven passed,
A new road to drive on is open and waiting -
Ready to be explored -
The knowledge from turf I drove on before
Now my GPS.
The first color on a traffic light.
It glares at you after Red rears its ugly head.
Go.
It is okay to proceed forward -
It’s permitting you.
Move on.
It’s okay.
Once driven passed,
A new road to drive on is open and waiting -
Ready to be explored -
The knowledge from turf I drove on before
Now my GPS.
Green .
SERENITY.
SERENITY.