I was looking through old Microsoft Word files when I found this. It's the first poem I ever wrote (I must have been 14 or so at the time). Take a look.
As a child I was admonished
That the quickest way to contentment
Was the resistance of the existent:
Favoring spiritual sustenance
Over desired abundance,
Placing objects of the soul
Above interests of the self.
Lately I am taught
That the life worth living
Does not require thought,
But freedom:
From remorse, from regrets, from responsibility;
To consume, to exploit, to waste.
From these aberrant disciplines,
Dueling inside my mind,
I have created a living image:
Carved in marble
But easily chipped.
Step off your pedestal, Galatea,
You’re too high to reach.
Though you’re but a projection of my psyche,
You feel solid as stone.
I would possess you, but I fear you’re fixed,
I would deny you, but for defiant allure.
In your creation, you do not fall
Into either category,
And certainly not
Into my arms.
If this does not seem satisfactory, visceral lady,
Design of dreams, inhabitant of days,
Then tell me of your nature-
I think we could be natural.
3 comments:
Great articulation for a 14 year old. Interesting read. Thanks for sharing.
Eve
I agree with Eve absolutely. LOL I can't remember if I posted this before but I wrote this one at the age of 11 or 12:
My Last Duchess
with apologies to Mr. Browning
You chased grandpa’s cattle,
again, tracked muddy footprints
on mother’s lanai, waged pitched battle
with the innocent kitties, dug up
grandma’s flowers; again, the petals tattle
every time, yet here you sit,
angelic face in calm repose
no trace of penitence, not a bit,
that fluffy tail sweeping away every sin,
no blush or shame, not a whit.
Too often adults treat children as though they had no abilities to think. Recently two members of the Anchorage municipal assembly wanted to ban anyone under l8 from sittling on a board or commission. Your poem shows how sophisticated 14 year olds are. Thanks.
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