I wrote this during my sophomore year of college. I remember sitting in the cafeteria trying to come up with a poem to share at a poetry reading. Yes, during a freshman writing course, my professor introduced me to a group in a nearby city that hosted monthly poetry readings. She said they would welcome a college student. I just had to find the nerve to give it a chance. Eventually all my favorite poems that I had written in high school had been shared and I was in need of new material.
I want to be like Edison
Filling pages with new comparisons.
I dream of Walden,
Being alone among nature,
Writing, preserving my thoughts.
Picasso taught me that beauty isn’t always skin deep.
Whitman showed me how to embrace myself,
How to celebrate.
I have developed a love for foreign lands through Dr. Seuss.
I try to model the inner strength of Job,
Who, after encountering every possible disappointment,
Still remained faithful.
As for my clumsiness,
I aspire to fall gracefully like volleyball players.