ars poetica
The following are my own written poems for the CW 120 (Poetry class) with Sir Ricky de Ungria. Just thought of sharing them and maybe it would spark up inspiration so I can go back to writing poems again…just maybe! 
(a free verse with dialogue)
SONG FOR MOTHER
“What’s the use of dreaming?”
You always tell me,
As I play my guitar
Alone in my room.
“Music will get you nowhere,”
You repeated like an old record player
But I could only listen
To the chords of my guitar.
“I wish you’d clean the closet
or do the laundry sometimes,”
You said, but mother,
I also wish you’d hear the song I wrote for you.
(accentual verse)
HOME
I submerged my body
Into the depths of the ocean,
With its chilling blue waters
Beyond the soul-stirring waves.
Under the carrot sky,
Fishes swam along with me,
But I do not have those fins.
And this is not my home.
(free verse)
PACKAGE OF APPLES
People are singing Jingle Bells again,
While I listen to them
without the usual merriment of a child.
A lantern solely adorns the house,
and I sit here alone—
You are on the other side of the globe.
I count the stars, like I count the months
until you return home.
By the door, I sat still.
I was expecting your arrival,
not a box of big, red apples.
(free poem)
OLD BOX
Each time I open my closet
I see an old box—
filled with dolls, stuff toys and playthings—
but I no longer shudder
at the shadows of my past that
c r e e p
through my flesh
as memories are stirred
like the dust that I
s l o w l y
sweep off this old box.
-abby
October 10, 2008 at 2:58 am
HOME
I submerged my body
Into the depths of the ocean,
With its chilling blue waters
Beyond the soul-stirring waves.
Under the carrot sky,
Fishes swam along with me,
But I do not have those fins.
And this is not my home.
- i wonder how the sky turns into a carrot? lol this poem is already a masterpiece!