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Honors Section Blues

I may or may not have mentioned, I'm in the Honors English Program at HCC. This is very similar to taking a 400-level course as a Grad Student. If you want credit, you have to do extra work. OK, not a huge amount of extra work, but it's still there.

For my Intro to Fiction class, along with doing a slightly more in-depth treatment of Theseus from A Midsummer Night's Dream, Ms. Kass would like me to send her my latest updated version of The Demon's Head to include to show I've done extra writing this semester. She read through it earlier this semester and made some very useful suggestions on the revision, so I need to get that to her by next Monday.

For my Creative Writing class, I was supposed to be doing a short story, basically five vignettes in addition to the one I knocked out last night. Well, a week ago, Tuesday, he changed his mind. Said I could do five additional poems instead of the extra short story. . . (did I mention he seemed to like my poetry for some reason?).

Well, I finally finished the new assignment tonight. I'm going to drop the final packet off with him tomorrow, but I was rather happy with one of these, so I thought I'd give you a sneak peak.

Hope you enjoy it.



Tigers in the Stars
by Richard White



William Blake - The Tyger

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?




I watched the stars the other night.
My eye pressed up against the telescope’s eyepiece
It was as if time stood still
and only the inexorable march of the moon
proved that time still existed.

A shooting star
and then another
a multitude flash before my eyes.
I quickly glanced up to view the vision
before returning
to try and capture the flaming tigers in the distance

I sit here in the stillness of the night
watching the stars dancing
weaving intricate patterns
in the dark cosmos
I ponder deep thoughts
I see the mysteries of the universe
unfolding before me
I am connected to everything

Then, a small, insistent tapping
stirs me from my reverie.
“Dad, it’s my turn.”

I lean back and see my daughter’s face
with the look of the long-suffering
still etched upon it.
I stand up and surrender my link
to the mysterious dark
She takes her place
and oohs and ahhs over her own visions
lights from millions of years ago
shining down, just for her

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( 4 howls — Howl with the Pack )
hermionegreen
May. 12th, 2006 04:39 am (UTC)
This is very good

I sit here in the stillness of the night
watching the stars dancing
weaving intricate patterns
in the dark cosmos
I ponder deep thoughts
I see the mysteries of the universe
unfolding before me
I am connected to everything


is my favorite stanza

Thanks for sharing

'Mione
nightwolfwriter
May. 12th, 2006 11:43 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it.
mabfan
May. 12th, 2006 12:24 pm (UTC)
Wow. Very nice.
seawhyspers
May. 12th, 2006 02:32 pm (UTC)
I like it. *-* You do have a gift for imagery in your poetry - maybe that's what the professor likes so much.
( 4 howls — Howl with the Pack )

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