amateur poet

February 24th, Thursday
currently feeling ^_^

proud. proud of my poem.

i've been attending poetry class for the last 8 weeks. before you think that i'm losing my mind i must say that i attend because it's part of my study requirements in smu, i haven't gone crazy. haha. i did find the first lesson interesting though, thats why din wanna drop the course. interesting because i'm trying my hand at something i wouldn't normally touch with a 10 foot pole. haha. wrote a few crappy poems but here's one that i actually got to ryhme. its very funny how i came up with inspiration for this poem cos i actually started off wanting to write about that old lady on the mrt that i gave my seat up to (a few posts ago). so i started off trying to describe my reluctance to get out of bed, to show that reader that i was really tired and sort of explain why i din let go of my seat the first time. then it somehow evolved into something else. here goes...

brand new day

the gentle rays had come to prey
each time they neared, i edged away
my eyes wore heavy, refusing to budge
but i had no choice, i knew as much
so i moved my hand and raised a knee
and from this slumber, i did break free

now upright, i took a long deep breath
the smell of air like a sweet caress
twas at this moment! it dawned on me...
the source of this new day. was Thee
and so a smile lit up my face
i said, "thank you God, for Your deep grace"

but i don't think my prof will like it. he prefer's deep, dark, multi-layered poems. not the kind of nice happy ending kind of poem. oh well, one man's meat is another man's poison. i'm not too bothered, i'll get around to writing a deep poem soon enough. dun have a choice, my grades depend on it. i ain't gonna write a love poem either, cos i've seen love poems aplenty on blogs and also the valentine's day edition of today and they either make my hair stand or they make my intestines churn affecting my stomach causing restlessness of the contents inside possibly resulting in an eruption of food ingredients. i.e. to puke. haha. yeah, nice love poems are few and far between so i shan't risk it cos the chances of creating a cheesy poem are way to high. nuh-uh. out of bounds. so anyway poem 2 is on the way, at least 1 line worth of it. no inspiration sia. i may need to take a walk out to some naturey place to soak myself in the surroundings and hopefully get inspired. in the meantime, i'm gonna prepare what to say on sat. phew. tough, i don't wanna say stuff that are so "duh" and yet i'm trying to rack my brains out to bring some freshness to a pretty mundane topic. ahhhh. stress. feel like moses now, telling God i can't speak well leh. how??? but i know the answer already lah so i'm trying to work on it, trusting God that He will use my voice to speak what He wants to say. coincidence? maybe so, my topic is "a new voice".

kay, i never proof read this entry so i hope the thoughts aren't so scattered as to be unintelligible. tired. i'm out.