I Don't Suppose Raindrops by Jewel Kilcher

I don't suppose raindrops
will ever replace
the sound of small feet

nor sunflowers
their tiny crowns

All the dust has gathered itself
and settled on
your heart
and there is no correct combination

no key

no question

that will deliver them
once more
to your side

for she has already decided:
no answers will
be given



I love Jewel's poetry. Her music has always been some of my favorites even from when I was young. I'm sure her music helped inspire my own poetry.
~T

Not a poem- Essay on Fantasy Fiction

I was wanting to write an essay on something, just for fun. Don't hear that very often, do you? lol. Anyways, I picked the topic of Fantasy fiction. I asked myself- How do you define Fantasy fiction? This is what I wrote. Enjoy and leave me comments about the essay in general or how you define Fantasy fiction or maybe any other genre of literature that you enjoy. :) ~T

Fantasy takes the mind somewhere it may have never imagined. Yet, someone else imagined it. Authors of fantasy fiction build exciting, parallel worlds, magical beings and an over all sense of awe.

What if today's world didn't have cars, but instead everyone traveled by giant bubbles? Authors build their fantasy worlds on stacked questions of; "What if?" The essential question for all fiction writers plays a crucial part in delving into a writer's imagination. What if the sky was brown and the dirt was blue? Readers of fantasy fiction cannot question, "why?" Fantasy makes the question irrelevant. Yet, a great fantasy writer will be able to paint a world of magic and delights so believable, instead readers will ask, "why not?"

Once the world is built, why not add creatures of wonder? Magical creatures of fantasy are almost a must. The selection and creation of fantasy characters and creatures is usually inspired by the combination of; what the author knows, reality, and ideas formed from myths or folklore, or formed from pure creativity. These characters and creatures give the author's created world a purpose.

With purpose, comes life and adventure. Fantasy worlds are created, filled, brought to life and then presented to the reader. Readers of fantasy can devour the platter of an amazing world, wondrous creatures and a great tale of adventure. The author transforms these magical, fantasy elements into a tasty smoothie. Readers learn to love the characters. The readers are amazed by the fantasy world. Then the readers just burst into ecstastical bliss, all from a well written fantasy.

These fantasy authors are great at building exciting worlds, filling them with magical beings and leaving readers satisfied and in awe. That is what defines a good fantasy novel. Fantasy, as we never imagined, built upon questions.

We Create in Different Ways

Again, going to talk before the poem. :) This poem was inspired moments ago by my realization that I love it when people comment and like about my art work and scenery photos I post on facebook. Where I post art, my friends and family post pictures of their children. I'm sure they feel proud and happy when people "like" and comment on the pictures of their children too. ~T

Smile, birth
Smile, create
photo, awww!
photo, neat!
1 step, 2 step, Cheer!
1 line, 2 line, review.
giggle, giggle, Hug!
snap, snap, upload.
scribble, scribble, fridge.
Doodle, doodle, display.
your children, your creation.
my children, my creation.

Death's Checklist

I did this poem for an assignment. We had to write a poem that was a list. I remember that I struggled with the concept, thinking that I couldn't express anything worth reading with a list. I proved myself wrong though. Tell me if you agree. ~T


scream
cry
hyperventilate
panic
silence
Will I survive?
wide eyes
tears
breathing
heart beats
nothing
Will I survive?

The Students' Snow Storm

The various movements of students
Each motion unique
The tapping of a foot
The clicking of a tongue
The biting on a pen
The putting on of some gloves
The rhythm of silent sounds
sweetly singing of sleepiness
eyes dart around
some are lazy, others are intriguing
The symphony sounds out in anxiety
Waiting for the silent white
To release them from their cage.

LOL. I loved this poem and writing it was fun too. I remember observing the classmates around me as we all waited to hopefully be released early from school because of the falling snow. :) I don't remember however if we did get released early or not. Goes to show it's the waiting that counts and not the prize. :) ~T

Reality

Usually I talk after the poem, but I am doing before today. ;p I was looking through old writings of mine from high school. I found two old poems I wrote for a class. I thought I would share them with you. enjoy :) ~T

Old age bitterly falls
falls into my bones, into my skin
skin droops and wrinkles and is tanned
tanned as a young Californian, happy in the sun
sun shines through the windows of my dreary, dark room
room for my children, my grandchildren, to run and play
play an old hymn on the organ at church
church is where I congregate among my friends
friends grow old... I grow old.

Is I

Who I am, Is I
a subtle breeze through the trees
a bluebird flitting across the sky
Who I am, Is I
the sunlight glittering through the trees
the splash of color from a butterfly
Who I am, Is I
a drip of golden dew from a leaf
a flash of fur from a deer slipping by
Who I am, Is I
the blue drip, drip, drop of rain
the quiet slip of a shade, gone by
Who I am, Is I
a brittle bark of a log, decomposing
a changing leaf beneath the fly
Who I am, Is I
the song of the hidden bird at night
the cold touch of rock beneath the night sky
Who I am, Is I.


This poem was inspired by the song Who You Are by Jessie J. Beautiful song. :)
~T