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Sadly, I was beginning to get into the mindset of trying harder for the fiction unit, just as it ends... lol. Procrastination is a harsh mistress. The new unit is Poetry, something I'm a bit more comfortable with since I poetry is what I began with when starting to write. Aside from any usual back entries that will follow this blog post (I'm more or less writing here so I do not absent mindedly forget and then panic), I shall post a poem I wrote a while ago to celebrate the new unit. It is a poem that can be found on my fictionpress.com account (as such it as also copyrighted, please do not steal): http://www.fictionpress.com/~jaupeacecraft.

Once again, I'd appreciate no stealing (even though it's under a user name of mine, I can back up my identity and such).

"One Child Plays"

A child and
A set of
Legos
A clock ticks
Until it runs
Out of batteries

The blinds don't
Hide the twilight
But they hide
The rise of
The sun
The rise of
Tomorrow
For this child

His mother is
At the doorway
She knocks and
Talks
But the child
Does not notice
Only but his
Legos

Every day is
Like this day
From three years
Of age
To kindergarden’s
First day

None could see
The day
When the child
Plays
Outside his legos
When the child
Writes
The account
Of that one
Day's
Foreshadow

Children are meant
To play
But alone they
Lead astray
Wavering
Unless they have
Something
Someone
With to Play

The tunnels he
Made
He won't see
Them ahead
When he's older
And living in
His own head
That's when his
Mother
Will be at
The doorway
Knocking, talking but
He won't notice
A thing
But his legos

They decay, out
In the world
Within; they remain
Either ways
They'll stay throughout
His days

As his only
Friend
His head his
Bricks of plastic
And the window
But he won't
Notice
How many years
Pass

Until he builds
The world
Out of his
Arsenal
Of plastic
He'll notice
It could last
It'll stand still

And he'll notice
None of it
Was real

Fin'

© Copyright 2004 Jau-Peacecraft (FictionPress ID:226656). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Jau-Peacecraft.

In regards to structure and stuff, I made the lines sorta form an overset of building blocks, and tried to keep lines fairly short, to emulate the child speaking and/or thinking. I would go in more depth, but it's no fun when an author spills the beans on an poem they wrote when A.) Not many people have read it and B.) Telling everything about it gives less to think about and narrows down possibilities.

If I kept with my usual blog posts consistiently, dare I say this could qualify as slight extra credit (end psuedo - british remark).