For this project, I was prompted to write a poem about my everyday life. The poem I wrote was about my poetry class and the experience I have every time I am in that classroom.

Poetry Creative Writing

Twice a week we conjugate in a circle.

Writers and scientists, 

Fourteen minds connected,

Sharing the elegance of language. 

Poetic prosperity begins to seep

Into the very walls of our room.

The circle’s energy pulsates,

Our thoughts pop and burst 

Until Marcil expands. 

Leaking energy that runs 

Out every door

Metaphors melt into hot puddles on the sidewalks

And similes streak across campus

We fill our minds with each other’s thoughts.

One spits out ideas for another

Like a mother bird feeding her young,

Perceptions regurgitated and digested fourteen different ways.

Malleable ideas solidify 

And solidified ideas create malleable ones

Under any other circumstances

Our circle of fourteen would have never met

In fact we may never speak again

Yet, when we are together,

Twice a week, 

There is an unspeakable energy

That only these fourteen minds will ever understand.