Thursday, March 25, 2010


I've been meaning to post some of the poems I've written for my poetry class for a while, and now that Mom's reminded me I'll actually do it. So here are a few; they're the ones I like best, and/or the ones that the professor liked.

This first one is, obviously, about the power outage I wrote about in the last post.

Power Outage
Total darkness below,
but above, the stars—
I never knew there were so many.
I could stand and stare forever.

When the lights came back on
most of the stars disappeared
and I can’t look at the night sky anymore
without thinking about all the stars I can’t see.

This one is a villanelle.

An Attempt
I tried to write a poem for you
to let you know how things could be.
(But not a word of it was true.)

I tried to show you something new.
I tried so hard to make you see.
I tried to write a poem for you.

I didn’t put in any blue;
of course there’s none, to you, from me.
(But not a word of it was true.)

I gave you more than just a clue—
I gave you the entire key.
I tried to write a poem for you.

I gave you what I thought was due
so that you wouldn’t choose to flee.
I tried to write a poem for you
(but not a word of it was true).

In this next one, the part about my wanting to go to Australia is true, but although there is a possibility that the program won't be offered until fall of 2012, it should be offered fall of 2011, meaning I will be able to go.

Turning in the paper
hoping for an A-, at least—
and getting it back with a B+.

Walking into the dining hall, starving
hoping there will be good pizza today—
but finding it a sloppy mess.

Getting excited for Australia
hoping the program will be offered—
then hearing it’s been pushed back another year.

Hearing rapid footsteps behind me
hoping it’s you, coming to apologize—
only to see a stranger stride by.

And one more.

There’s almost nothing to this fog
but it builds up between us
so that I can barely see you.


  1. Tab, I like your poems, esp. the free verse. They are succinct, about everyday life and approachable, yet profound. (I hate obscure poems that no one can understand or relate to.)

  2. Ooh, these are so readable, Tabitha--very good! I particularly like your third well as the first. And I sure hope that Australia won't be pushed back a year! :)