Here's some poetry for ya

In class this past Monday, Professor Pettit brought up the speaker we had in the previous Monday class. To my recollection, he only asked if anyone disliked the speaker and not if anyone enjoyed him (I'm referring to him as "speaker" because I do not remember his name). I must admit I really enjoyed the speaker and his method of teaching poetry or creative writing. It made me want to attempt to write poetry even if it sucked. In this class, I did not share my pieces because I knew they were not as detailed or profound as others. After consideration, I decided to post them on this blog regardless if they suck or not and my purpose for doing this is to show my appreciation for the speaker and Professor Pettit's choice of speakers. Often, instructors bring in speakers who barks at us for an hour or two but they really do not promote involvement from students. I appreciate the speaker because he gave his history, barked, and allowed for involvement from the students. In retrospect, I should have shared my poems to show support for his method of teaching but I guess the old say would apply here: better late then never. Enjoy!

Sense Poem
Right now I see people, colors, shapes, hands
Right now I feel my fingers, my notebook, my clothes, the table, the floor
Right now I hear fingers striking the keyboard, whispers, movement
Right now I taste nothing
Right now I smell the thick hot moist air

"The Road not Taken" by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

My version
Dual paths merged in a yellow wood
And sadly I could not venture down both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And peeked below one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;