poetic justice

As of recent I have regained my interest the art of words. Since being in the university words have become overused and arbitrary to an extent just because of the amount of assignments given to me as a student. Ironically my words are becoming mundane while I'm learning how to better articulate myself than ever before.

Word structure, advanced theory, and deeper emotion have mixed together more succinctly than ever before.

So, I've begun to re-open the rusty doors of poetry and prose.

It all started with e. e. cummings for me... with strange word arrangements that taught me to think outside of the box, outside of the traditional. But, as time progressed I also held traditional yet profound words close.

As I've experienced many new thoughts, old routines, and heightened emotions this year, I've been lead to write the following.

swim past the window of this vessel 

eyes that meet mine with depth

that make the sea crustaceans smile 

"he's swimming towards Salacia" they told me 

swimming indeed, but the look he holds 

is much too solicitous for her mixed waters 

unto where the journier ends 

i've yet to see, "swim, swim," i call

for the salty current may arrest thee 

My hope in writing is to express emotion and knowledge in an artistic way that was once not accessible to me. I am looking forward to the summer when I supposedly will have more time to invest into this.