Poem #3

I actually had a bit of difficulty with this at first. I wasn’t really too keen on the idea of a walk poem, but I went with and kept my mind open day to day. Unfortunately I really didn’t have a walk at any time that stood out to me which really affected my writing; I didn’t do any. It wasn’t until last night that I had a walk that really stood out in my memory, which was the most important factor to me. I really wanted my poem to mean something to me instead of just being a generic poem about me walking here and there. Last night accomplished that.

The poem really gave me a better understanding of my mind; the things that it takes in, the moments. I really have a habit of getting wrapped up in my definition of beauty, especially in the world. Last night was a piece of that beauty. It’s almost like a tranquility when I’m in those situations. I don’t remember a whole lot of the conversation that was taking place, but I do remember most of the area around us. My mind wanders to the point where I’m become oblivious of myself as well as people around me. This is probably why my friend pointed out that my ability to converse and short-term memory was horrible last night. My imagination plays a great deal in this as well. I found that my mind was placing things around me that weren’t there or altering certain events. I had to make myself focus on the realities around me.

This poem was very much different from what I’ve written in the past in the sense that I tried to keep it tied to reality while also capturing what I saw in my mind’s eye. I had restrictions that I don’t normally and had a semi-difficult time working around that. Though, in the end, I really enjoyed the final result.