Poetry Jam

I wonder what a poetry jam would taste like. I had a sickeningly sweet yet bitter orange marmalade once, so I bet it would taste like that. You know, all the bitter dark poetry clashing with all the sweet love sonnets, like the ones Shakespeare wrote to a boy. Some boy.

Anyway, you might have noticed that I've been having a slight poetry obsession. Well, tough! Because it doesn't stop here. In Social Studies I've been learning about the Spanish Inquisition, and we looked at some legal documents and letters of confession from around that time. It scared me, when I thought about all the dramatic changes our world has gone through because some document was posted up. (Examples: Martin Luther's renouncing of the Catholic Church which began Lutheranism, the Declaration of Independence, etc.) If you just look at words without taking in their meaning, they're just small and pinched and annoying black little things which logically should not be able to affect a nation or an empire or even a whole religion. But (here comes the end of the shpiel, folks) words have a great deal of power behind them, even if they maybe shouldn't. I wrote a poem about it!

"ancient lay the written word,
piled atop a fragile stack.
cracking whenever it was stirred;
swaying dancer--forward, back.
there is beauty that they lack.
when their lonesome calls are heard,
they come as warning birds,
and dressed in funeral black!"

Rather lame, yes, but it was my mood just then. I hope you either liked it or were entertained by its badness. ;)
Woohoo! TFATF!!! (Is my memory not working right, or have I actually been MISSPELLING "TFATF" for the last few posts? If so, I'm in big trouble.)
-Ahaneen