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Poems

We’re doing a poetry unit in my Creative Writing class. I don’t know if people realize how much is involved in poetry– meter, rhyme, alliteration, assonance, imagery, caesuras, and everything. We were supposed to write a poem that focussed on imagery. The criterium was to take a high, low, or turning point and base the poem off of that, describe and make meaningful a particular object, and to engage at least three of the five senses. Oh yeah, and it had to be at least twenty-five lines long.

It was hard.

 

I eventually created something. I don’t like it a whole lot, but there are a few aspects I appreciate. The “high point” I chose was creating “Masquerade,” which I consider to be my best work of last year. Here goes:

 

The Happiest Color

My colored pencils gave a fraction of

Their lives to the work. My Carmine Red bled

While my White sweated, and my True Blue shed

A tear or two in her labour of love.

Though the paper was still smooth to the touch,

The deep layers of color changed the flow

Of the grain. Of course, getting there was slow

Work, but seeing the color spread was such

A surreal experience, to think that

They could fashion something likes this.

A waxy scent accompanied the kiss

I gave it. Yes, I do that. Then I sat

Back to observe it one more time before

Sharing. Rarely am I completely won

Over by the art, but part of the fun

Is in improving. I had nothing more

To add, so I let my pencils a rest

Their dull and weary heads. I tucked them in

Their case, then quickly went online to win

The comments they earned from their best

Work of the year. A friend of mine even told

Me he’d buy a print! Sunburst Yellow beamed,

Blush Pink flushed faintly, and Apple Green seemed

Less sour when he knew his work would be sold.

But the happiest color, so they say,

Was Azure. There were many smiles that day.

 

Then in class today we were supposed to write another poem based on an aaa bob hard rhyme scheme. I might like that one a lot better.

 

Value

The journal lay with edges worn,

Cover stained and pages torn

Upon the desk, lost and forlorn

The writer dead, the binding old,

Yet worth more than a pile of gold

The value in the stories told.

The cost of art

My primary medium is colored pencils. I grew up with colored pencils because, well- because I have five siblings and we all tend to make a mess of things, just imagine what the house would be like if were were exposed to pastal, charcol, or paint in our early lives.

Of course these days I don’t just use any colored pencils, I use… Prismacolors. The kind of colored pencils professionals use (though I don’t claim to be professional by any stretch of the imagnination). The point is that the colors are really bold, much better than crayola colored pencils. I remember when I was a junior and went to an OHC Arts competition. My colored pencils (back then I just had crayola) were put next to paintings. It was a sad, sorry sight- mine were so much blander next to the paint. But now, with Prismacolors, you could actually mistake my work for paintings (I’m pretty sure it’s been done before)

Here’s the thing, Prismacolors are not as cheap as normal colored pencils. Today I went to the BYU-I Bookstore to get some Indigo Blue for my sister (also a colored pencil artist. I supplied her with her first set of Prismacolors for Christmas), and then while I was at it I figured I could restock on a few pencils I was low on. So I come home and say to my roommate “Look what I’ve got.” Seven new colored pencils. “That was nearly ten dollars,” I explained.

This statement tends to take people off gaurd. It’s about a dollar and a half per pencil. The fun thing is when you order pencils on line- then you have to pay shipping as well. That’s why I always figured that even if I got really good at art, it’s not likely to become more than an expensive hobby. But it’s a lot more worthwhile and satisfying than a lot of other things I could be doing with my time and money.