Friendship
It’s a wonderful feeling when someone you admire, but who doesn’t seem to like you that much, walks up to you and starts having a conversation. Or maybe, I’m just a touch depressed, and needed some validation to start feeling good again. Whatever it is, I feel much better now.
I’m considering attempting to write a poem because, posted on the Honors Mailing List, was an invitation for students to submit up to three poems, one of which is _guaranteed_ to be published in a new Honors publication. I would do it just to be published usually, but now I feel like I have things to say, get off of my chest. Problem is, I’m not an artist in that sense of the word– I have no skill in wordsmithing. I don’t even know what it is I want to get off my chest; I only know the feeling itself. I’ve considered writing about Barbados, but I can only think of cliches– maybe I could write about how much it’s changed, become more Americanized– about its beaches and awesome natural beauty. But I don’t really feel qualified to write about those, even, seeing as how I haven’t been back there in what will be a small eternity tomorrow. I’ve also thought about writing about the war on Iraq, but I have an aversion to political poetry, plus I would have nothing to talk about but my own confusion and indecision: I don’t like the idea of the war, but I see how it may be necessary. Of course, my whole drive to write a poem may have just be fueled by my subscription to the Word of the Day list.
Possibly relevant posts:
- Too much… (3/25/2003)
- Bye, grandma (10/17/2008)
- My blog, talking ’bout my blog (3/13/2002)