Poem

I just found an old poem I wrote while I was on a gifted programme. This one, although it has rhyming, it's main feature is description.

An ancient aroma, magical unseen,
Sienna dipped leaves crumble beneath my feet,
A majestic veil of lacy damp dew,
Perfect, precise; like a queen's hand would sew.

The outstretched graceful birches reflect on the lake,
The slow shallow water ripples and shakes,
Old tree's shed amber tears and slowly start to wither,
Gently and steadily, the surface softly shivers.

The heather contains a palette of autumn paints,
The creatures graffiti the sky with auburn tints,
The sky's a desaturated pink, with a hint of lilac,
Enchanted with discreet canopies of ice blue raindrops.

Rustling trees whisper a magical spell,
They chant and the air begins to swell,
A sudden gust of wind wisps through the air,
And the once beautiful tree is now purely bare.

I have to say, I really like this one!

Bye for now!

School

Back at school now, so that is good. I picked up My Sister's Keeper, as although I have already read it, it's one of those book's which can be read numerous times, and never get boring.

I enjoy the reading of the book,
In the night or day,
The amount of my attention took,
The better the book I'd say.

Just a little rhyme I made up on the spot. I rather like it.
I am really enjoying my blog, I hope it's something that will get bigger, and better.
Anyway, just hunting for a poem to add to a blog post.

Be back soon!

Wow!

I am so happy!

I was browsing the Jodi Picoult website, and decided to give her an email, as she is my literate hero.
Basically, I just said does she have any tips on story writing, and I gave her a brief over my current story (mentioned in a previous blog post).
The guess what, she replied!

She gave me some spectacular advice on storywriting, and now I am even more inspired by her!
Amazing writer. Wow.
Well, now I have advice from the best, I better get writing!

Bye for now!

Found an old poem...

I just found a poem I wrote quite a while ago, not one of my best, but I think it's okay.

Outstretched claws of the bare tree,
Obstruct the pure night sky,
The final leaves at last set free,
So gently they fly.

Bleak clouds subtly appear,
Vandalising a perfect night,
Darkness is a coward's fear,
Whilst a hero's only fright.

Graffitied on nature's floor,
Litter is something human's share,
Cans, bottles, wrappers and more,
All due to lack of care.

Now an orphaned magpie,
Swoops down from the sky,
Injured it lays down to die,
The distant sound of it's helpless cry.

The thing I like about this is the contradiction, on the 'Cowards fear, Hero's Fright'.

Anyway, I will update soon!

No School.....

Been ill yesterday and today, so I couldn't go to school.

I am thinking about writing a story, to test me, as stories normally aren't my thing. So, here is the plot so far:

• Robbery in a Bank (at gunpoint)
• 7 hostages
• Each chapter is what one of the hostages is thinking

That's kind of all I have right now, but I am working on it.

Just finished Jodi Picoult's book 'Change of Heart'. It's basically about a woman who's daughter and husband are murdered by the carpenter. But as the story unfolds, there are more suprises to come. Very good book. At first, I didn't really understand it, but then I read on, and everything make's sense near the end. Amazing ending, but very sad. I was crying my heart out.

Anyway, nice to see I have a follower!

Watch this space!

The Start

Hello!
So, my first blog! I created it so hopefully people would be able to read my poetry, and enjoy reading it! I will put poem's in as many blog post's as I can.

The following poem is one I wrote a while ago, but is still my favourite. My writing style is definitely nature, as you will see in my poem:

I lay down on stubbled grass,
Looking up at the sky's empty space,
A border now comes into view,
An illuminated city lace.


Now I paint a shooting star,
Ploughing through the night,
Tearing apart the dusty clouds,
Shooting with all it's might.


Next is jeweled faces,
Sewn on cloud's inky grey,
Angels resting in the enchanted heavens,
So silently they lay.


Then is crumbled diamond gems,
Otherwise known as stars,
Freckled on the velvet sky,
Like a traffic of beaming cars.


And just as my portrait is ready for show,
The sun burns a hole in my page,
I realise the dawn is resurrected,
And the sun is bursting with rage.


I like that poem better than any of my other ones, as when I was writing it, I imagined a canvas, and I was drawing the midnight sky.