Getting back into the habit.

It's been a long time since I've last posted. Summer is gone and my senior year of college has officially begun. More than ever, I realize that I will need a place to write my thoughts as they come barreling out of my mind. This year will be full of surprises and challenges and, although mildly panicked at first, I am now ready to face these things head on.

My newest obstacle seems to be my Creative Writing course. The reason? Poetry. I haven't had much (if any legitimate) experience with writing poetry so this will be very experimental for me. One of our first optional assignments is to write a very short poem (no more than five lines) about a night in a place we have lived.

Naturally this has lead me to write about my childhood home in Lusby on the water. For the past hour or so I have been reminiscing over nights spent on the banks of the Patuxent River... and instantly I realize that it's making me terribly homesick. Needless to say I do not have a poem as of yet but I did make a list of some of the things I remember most clearly. Sort of a brainstorm. Kind of organized narratively. But pretty rough.

No street lamps

Just the light of the moon

The broken road- a secret sacred meeting place

The old worn away stone steps leading to the beach

An ever present breeze

Calm warm waters

Sounds of the waves- barely a trickle

Cattails rustling in the wind

The comforting/ familiar smells of low tide

And honeysuckles

The refreshing feel of the cool sand

On a warm humid night

Sand shrimp tickling your toes as you bury your feet in the sand

The deepest blue I’ve ever seen sprinkled with

Endless stars

Away from the pink glow of Solomon’s Island
The perfect juxtapositions of mankind and nature
Civilization and solitude

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As we gather

Stories unfold

Of the beginnings
Of mumbles and other myths of old
We are the creators
At this very moment
We are the only ones here
Alive in every sense of the word
And it is beautiful