In honor of the Spin Cycle by Sprite's Keeper— I have decided to place my spin on this weeks assignment— Fear. Rather than list something that I fear, I figured I would offer some advice in the form of a poem:
One day when I was doodling topographical lines in the shape of an island (yes, I'm geeky like that)… I noticed that the lines resembled a face. After drawing one of the eyes in, I noticed that there was another face showing as well. When I was finished… I had the following picture:
If you look at the picture it looks like there is a sinister face that is making the other face recoil in fear. After looking at this picture, I was inspired to write the following poem:
Fear… of what may I ask?
of being in or out of task;
or being with or without pass.
Passing through the door of fear
is like passing into another world;
it can be so strange at times to make you curled.
Curled up so much, that only you can see your fears
others try, but can only guess at where.
Where, it's only possibly yourself.
So get going, get out of the grip of fear;
which may last for years
And years.
I rather like the way in which I take the last word of the previous stanza and use it in the first line of the next. I have used this technique in other poems that I have written as well. I hope that this poem inspires you to face your fears and conquer them.
9 comments:
I had a poem published in the local newspaper in high school- a poem I'd written about fear. Used a scorpion for symbolic imagery. I wonder if I could find that old poem somewhere...
Great Spin! I love the flow of the poem, and it's something I need to gain more control of. Sometimes I let my fear overtake my imagination and that's when my troubles begin. You're linked!
My fear is failing. But the funny thing about that is... you must fail to appreciate success.
So then, do I fear success?
The more I think about it... the more I feel I probably do. :)
I like the way that the drawing is two faced! :)
Was the island tropical? Because that would be a fantastic bay.
I like the drawing and the great way that once piece of art inspires another.
You may just be able to find a paying job for your little hobby there (I used to draw maps). Then it wouldn't be fun, I guess, so nevermind.
Your poem could have so many meanings. Great creativeness!!
As for drinking cocoa while watching Polar Express, of course!!
4, I count 4 faces. This probably means I have deep seated psychological problems. Whatever.
I actually remember reading this blog post, and seeing this picture. It is so interesting how sometimes, you hear something, but the time for it to sink in just isn't quite right. But, at a later time, it comes back to you and you completely understand it.
Thanks again for sharing!
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