Revised Poetry/Finding a muse  

Posted by Francesca Mesiti


Throughout this semester I have truly struggled trying to find my muse.  To find my muse I have tried listening to various types of music, looking at different poets work, and asking my friends about topics they find interesting. From personal experience listening to different types of music has helped me the most. I think that different genres can cause certain emotions to be expressed. For example, if I am getting ready to do something fun with my friends I listen to up beat music. When writing poems I stray away from that type of music so I can release deeper emotions. 
Due to the fact that country music is my favorite I usually listen to that when writing poems. Indie music also inspires me.


With this poem I decided to challenge myself and write about something I did not know a lot about, Anne Frank's life in hiding during World War II to escape the Nazis.  Through reading parts of her published diary I learned that Anne truly was struggling while she was in hiding. All she wanted to do was enjoy the simple pleasures of life such as go outside, but she could not do so.  Reading her diary also taught me to appreciate all aspects of life, such as not living in a tense home environment where one can be forced to leave at anytime.  I alternated using commas and period for emphasize during this poem. Anyways! I am very proud of this poem and plan on bringing it to workshops in class to be revised to make it even better! I hope you like it as much as I do!

A caged bird who cannot speak,

Forced to leave her childhood behind,

No place remains safe,

The sound of the rain becomes calm,

One by one they die,

Their cry just remaining an echo,

The stars and the moon remain,

Emptiness fills the clouds.



The doves frolic through the dark sky,

They signal the end is near,

Color throughout the day is limited,

The skies no longer glow.



It appears to be déjà vu,

As she writes in her journal she is so naive,

She tells herself she will be okay,

Little does she know her days are limited,

Death is near.



Significant others are gathered,

Multiple suitcases are packed,

Ann’s excitement to finally breathe the fresh air is shown on her face,

Fear can be heard by all in her mother’s voice,

Death is near.



Her father whispers three words,

I love you,

As she is pulled away from him he says them again.

I love you,

As he separates from his family he knows death is approaching,

He stands there quietly as tears run down his face.


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1 comments

Wow. I liked how clear and open you are with all the emotion. This has a raw power to it that really just moved me. Great work!

February 24, 2012 at 9:23 PM

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