Greetings and salutations to all my lovely readers!:)
First of all, I must apologize for falling off the face of the blog world for a month with no prior notice or explanation. There are a few reasons to why this happened, but the main three are as follows:
1. My computer charger actually did disappear off the face of the earth, meaning I could access neither my computer nor all my work stored on it.
2. My boyfriend was visiting me for this past month, which meant lots of quality time spent with him and my family in that wonderful thing called
3. Vacation mode – the reason for all my shortcomings. Aka, I forgot I had responsibilities because I was thoroughly enjoying myself on vacation for a month.
But now I no longer have any of those reasons to not blog, seeing as a new charger has been procured, my boyfriend has left, and I have started my full time summer job, thus officially moving me from ‘summer vacation mode’ to ‘summer vacation while working 35 hrs a week mode’. It’s a good time. 😀
Anyways, now that I have that wonderfully rambled excuse out of my system, shall we move onto the more serious content of this blog post?
I’m actually rather excited for what I am about to share with you. If you have been around for a while, you know that I’m fairly passionate about two particular things on this blog: stories and poetry. I love to read stories, I love to write poetry – it’s simple, really.
What you may not know is that one of my personal dreams is to one day write a novel written entirely in free verse poetry (something like this or this). This particular type of book isn’t one that I have come across very much, but I resonate with it deeply, and I would love to add my work into the mix one day.
Back in April I had the chance to practice and write a short story in free verse – and today I’m going to begin to share it with you. There isn’t much you need to know really – just that there are 7 poems that, compiled, tell the snapshot story of an unnamed girl. Today’s poem is titled Too Small. I hope you enjoy reading the beginning of this poem story as much as this poet storyteller enjoyed writing it! 🙂
Sometimes Daddy doesn’t see me.
Instead, he sees the dry fields swooping up towards the brassy sky,
the sun high and hot.
He stoops to the corn,
husks rasping against his rough fingers,
crickets jumping away from his boots that leave
dusty imprints trailing
behind between curving rows of half-grown crops.
I’m nearly half-grown too.
But he doesn’t see me crouching between the stalks.
I guess the sun-slanted shadows distract him.
He stumps on down the row, eyes squinting
against the August afternoon.
“Too small.” I hear him mumble.
“Not big enough yet.”
Maybe that’s my problem. Maybe I’m too small.
Maybe when I’m bigger
he’ll see me,
instead of the corn.
Come back next week to read the next instalment of this story! 😉
Have you ever read a free-verse novel before? What did you think of it? I’d love to hear from you in the comments!