Poetry

I just wrote another poem for my American Literature assignment, because the first one wasn't long enough and because I wanted to. I'm pretty happy with it, so I'll probably turn this one in. It is based on Emily Dickinson's poem (243)

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent —
To wrap its shining Yards —
Pluck up its stakes, and disappear —
Without the sound of Boards
Or Rip of Nail — Or Carpenter —
But just the miles of Stare —
That signalize a Show's Retreat —
In North America —

No Trace — no Figment of the Thing
That dazzled, Yesterday,
No Ring — no Marvel —
Men, and Feats —
Dissolved as utterly —
As Bird's far Navigation
Discloses just a Hue —
A plash of Oars, a Gaiety —
Then swallowed up, of View.

I basically wrote my poem about writing poetry, because when imitating a poem the meter drives everything:

Tap tap Tapping, tap tap Tap —
I beat the message Out —
I feel compelled, but still unsure —
Restless and in the Clouds
A Beat goes Here — Here Emphasis —
And now to think of Words —
Which continue their Tap Tapping —
In My Cerebellum —

Tick Tick — it's Ticking in my Head
I listen, Comforted,
Like Rain — a Deluge —
Drop, by Drop —
Discreet yet momentous —
The Words form Resilience
As they are wont to Do —
I write them Down, quite Aimlessly —
Tap tapping still, they Soothe.