”At least it smells like Christmas”
I say to myself
As the wind whips my hair
And I hold a chainsaw in my hands for the first time
I tried to leave my house on time
With good intentions
For the first time in months
The weather had other ideas
And now I drag trees through mud
For this Marking Periods creative writing I decided to share a poem. I have never really ventured into writing poetry and really find no interest in it. This piece, which I entitled “I Tried” is the result of a specific prompt we got in class to go take a picture and then write something about it. On this particular day I had shown up late to class because throughout the course of the night previous two trees had blown down blocking my path out of an already treacherous dirt driveway. While cutting out the first two and third decided to fall, which lead to an unbridled sense of annoyance for the rest of the day. This morning was especially inspiring because I had woken up with such good intentions or actually going to morning choir rehearsal, which I hated and had been religiously skipping for several weeks at this point. So by the time I had gotten to school and explained myself I came to the conclusion that just maybe my brain had been swirled around enough to attempt poetry.
Most of the revisions I made on this piece I made sure to make while still in this mindset of chaos because I wanted to try and preserve the feeling of the moment as much as I could. That being said it’s still a significantly different piece from what I initially wrote on the paper. Originally I had more written, it was three stanzas long and talked more about the specifics of the situation. I cut most of this out in favor of just focusing on the single emotion I was feeling, which I really can’t sum up as anything more than “ugh”.