half past time

From my creative writing class Fall 2009. The exercise was to write one or two sonnets but without all characteristics and constraints of a traditional sonnet.

Iamb

Do we
need this
like that?
Think not

Should this
go on?
before
we do

Hold you
hold me.
go back
let's see

this way
let's go


Desire

Sitting within our integrated curves,
I gaze at the hot white sun piercing
through the glass pressing to soothe my nerves,
melting through warming rays with you, dear thing.

Tangled stands tickle my skin, leaving me
soft, aching inside for a deeper touch.
Not sure if letting what's inside break free
should liberate hopes that may be too much.

Cool linen contrasts against your body.
Milky limbs daintily spread on the plush
surface that holds you, gently commanding.
You will fight desires, gently withstanding

our muddled thoughts that will try to break
leaving amity in a crashing wake.

Written 2007 Junior Year of High School for Creative Writing:

Miranda was in her kitchen, preparing a special meal for herself and her boyfriend, Jonas. It was his twenty-fourth birthday and he told her that he wanted to spend it with her. She had everything going smoothly in the kitchen. Very involved with the ingredients; her hands were busy in the food and got quite messy. Her phone began to ring but she decided not to mind it. She figured it was just another telemarketer. She was too focused on making the perfect dinner for the love of her life.

On the other end of the ringing phone was Susanna, Jonas’ younger sister. She had been trying to get in contact with Miranda to tell her that Jonas was in a fatal car accident. The phone kept ringing and she got no answer.

Miranda became irate at the fact that the phone went off four or five times already. She simply kept cooking. She couldn’t wait to see Jonas’ glowing face when he would see what she had done for him. She wondered why telemarketers always bothered people when they were at their busiest.

Finally, 8:30 p.m. arrived. This was the time Jonas said he would arrive. She had her dinner table elegantly set-up; burgundy candles of all shapes decorating the room with romantic colors and aromas. She had her best plates out with matching wine glasses and silverware. She even asked her father for his best wine from his cellar. She sat on one side of the table imagining he was already there. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 8:35. The phone rang once more.

Agitated she decided to finally answer, just as she suspected; a telemarketer, trying to sell her life insurance. She hung up, placed the phone on its dock and went back to the table. Miranda continued to patiently wait for her darling Jonas.