Pantoum

I have been an avid lover of poetry since my mom first introduced me to it when I was very young. For a long while there has been a poetry drought in my life with most of my time being consumed with sport and school. Recently though due to a sports injury that has left me devoid of sport for the time being, I have turned my mind back to the intrinsic arts that used to consume me. I decided to no longer allow myself the excuse of school taking all my time and leaving me with no creative outlets: I joined a poetry class. So now if I choose not to access my right brain and form poetic and beautiful works with words then I will hurt myself academically. A recent assignment was to write a pantoum. Here are two that I made:

Vulgar Love

Never Late
This tangible desire
To satiate
My carnal fire

This tangible desire
A thing to fear
My carnal fire
It’s always here

A thing to fear
To satiate
It’s always here
Never late


The words, they’ll outlive

It’s all in the spelling
The letters, they flow
There’s no telling
The places they’ll go

The letters they flow
It’s words they give
The places they’ll go
The people they’ll outlive

It’s words they give
There’s no telling
The people they’ll outlive
It’s all in the spelling


As is my habit, a song for your time: