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Create A Day

One creative project every day for a year

Aug-10-2012

Day 311: Poem

Posted by annagrace under Days 301-365

Sometimes I like to write poems… it has been a really long time since I have written one, so I decided to give one a shot today! I’m not very happy with it, but I decided to post it anyways. There’s nothing interesting about it, I don’t think, and it’s probably a bit too personal for me to be broadasting all over the internet, but whatever. So read it or don’t. This post is definitely one of those that is more for me than anyone else… sort of stream of conciousness emotions playing out. Think of it as a work in progress…

Cliche Happiness

You stand there waiting,
Sweaty palms, heart racing,
All of those cliche things, now true.
Excitement and dread balled together,
Into a twisted, real life dream.
“Happiness is possible,”
You say to yourself,
But the words seem fake in this moment.
Positivity was never your forte.
Why get your hopes up,
Just to have them stomped on,
Like an intruding cockroach?
And yet you still hope,
Because you desire happiness,
More than anything.
And maybe,
By some miracle,
Happiness can be brought to you,
By this new person,
Walking towards you.
So you stand there,
Trying not to look over-eager,
Waiting,
And hoping,
For him to make you happy.
You smile and greet him…
Now what?

Anna Grace

May-31-2011

Day 117(2 days late): Poem 2

Posted by annagrace under Days 101-200

It’s been quite a while since I wrote my last poem, and I would like to include more writing in this 36 project, although it’s clearly not my forte. This poem is about a pianist’s fingers, because I always am fascinated with watching the way musicians fingers can move across the keys. They always look so effortless, which I, of course, know isn’t true, but I’m always amazed at how much emotion and beauty can come from fingers.

Digital

graceful fingers

dance across their stage

of snow and coal tinted keys.

each digit plays it’s role

in the intricate ballet

with an air of ease that

masks innumerable rehearsals.

all emotion lies in those

calloused yet delicate tips

that can change the mood

with a slightly heavier hand.

they feel every cool key

and know each smooth surface

like their most intimate friends.

friends whose voices mingle

in melodious splendor

with unwavering focus

for their specific role.

these dancers bring color

to their otherwise motionless

and monochromatic stage

and work unitedly

to perform their ballet

as one being

with one purpose.

a musician

in concert.

Anna Grace Smith

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