I started this cool series kind of thing in my poetry class that I like to call Future Winters (working title); sooner or later I'm going to come up with a better one.
But anyway it's all about my life in the future.
I hate the winter. It always brings times of just cold weather and cold feelings, trees lose their leaves, people get sick, and things are harder; which is kind of the attitude that I wanted to give off. I'm also a bit of a hopeless romantic so it is going to shine a lot in these poems.
Maybe I will change the title again because I may write about summer or spring too... hmmm the possibilities of these poems and of the future.
Anyway, I thought it was kind of neat to think of moments like that in the first place, nonetheless write some poetry about it, haha.
The whole idea of it is going to be the thought of alternate realities because I don't know what's really going to happen, but it's interesting.
Here is one of the 2 I've already written.
36°F(uture)
Five years later
I’m
Pushing my Chevy
Malibu down
Broadway and
10th,
With the heat on;
WXNY calls for the snow
storm of the century
and I’m flippin’ out.
Real Uggs
on my feet
finally; thinking
how did I get this far?
with no
one by my side;
I had been
Searching in my mind;
and everywhere,
Bars, clubs, coffee shops,
for what I thought
would complete me--
but the Verizon
target audience is all that
resonates
in my head.
“It feels like winter in here,”
I say;
for the first
time,
in a long
time,
standing on my stoop.
The first
snowflake
fell to the ground.
Kind of like a preview.
Meh.