In the spirit of getting more practice writing, a few weeks ago on a whim I decided to sign up for a month-long creative writing class. I normally stick to non-fiction semi-entertaining stories about my life (and based on the unreliability of these blog posts, even that can be a struggle), but this class has prompted me to write in ways I usually don’t, namely poetry. So I thought I’d share.
[Cover photo is a from recent evening that I spent at the observatory.]
To My Younger Self: A Haiku It's okay to ask For help, for love, for a hug You are not alone
The Climb The mountain lake beckons from far below But there's no time My foot searches along the rock for a divot, a crack, anything to hold onto But there's no space The winds are picking up, blowing across my face and up over the ridge I tighten my grip I look for a sign, any sign of civilization in the distance Nothing The sun is setting, I rummage in my pack for a headlamp At least there's chocolate.
How to become an engineer Some little kids Who go to school Don’t want to study, They want to be "cool" That can’t be you! If you want to succeed You have to care And you have to believe. Find what you like Drawing atoms? Writing code? Building bridges? Wiring lights? Admiring stars? Designing roads? At night as you sleep Let yourself dream Of programming robots Or creating a vaccine It’s not always easy And it’s not always fun But it’s worth it in the end I know -- I am one!