Rough Draft No.1

Rough Draft No.1
Current mood: creative

So, I started my writing workshop this summer...it was the only 2nd class tonight & I'm already gettin' into it. I enjoy the feedback of fellow writers...also, it totally reminds me of college, which, for me was a good experience...so, maybe I'll sprout new wings...who knows.

Here's a very rough draft of a poem where we had to listen to a piece of music with no lyrics & just let it dictate what we write no matter what pops up...here's mine, I was listening to this Trans/ R&B artist named Gaelle who hails from Atlanta when I composed this one...again, very, very rough but I enjoyed doing it

Arabella wears

a pink gingham dress

you know

the one with the ribbon straps

that tie around her shoulders

Armed with

her nanay’s permission to

no order

to go out and just play

Arabella dropped the windex soaked

dustcloth once

she heard the command

her lack

of interest in chores stood in

the way of her nanay’s

flow of

busy work, warm humid

in the

Gulf Coast, beach, pan handle heat

she set the brown child free

in Arabella’s

backyard was a cinder

block fence

each block had a square

hole a perfect fit for her

feet to

ascend to the top

as she

stuck her right then left foot

through each of the square

holes you

can see each toe nail

painted in

seashell pink nail lacquer and also

the brown skin cuticle decorated

in the

same, pastel shade, too

over the

fence she screams out to the

open field to hear her

own voice

sitting squat in the

middle of

the park was a jungle gym

a robotic spider spun it

only to

abandon its former home

the other

two objects in the park legless

ponies with metal springs grounded

Arabella guns

for the yellow horse

with a

green saddle, creak creak creak creak

Arabella likes how as she

rides how

the pony makes her

tummy flip

flop flop flip with her as

her own flip flops on

her feet

wrap around the footrests

her face

red tiny tummy twisting she thinks

this feels so strange strange

each inkling

of the word is

marked by

the slinky spring’s creak creak creak

strange creak strange creak strange

Currently listening: Transient By Gaelle Release date: By 16 November, 2004