I took a poetry class in the fall semester of 2008 and here is the outcome of that endeavor. I wrote several free-verse poems; Hate, I Run, and Splash. My favorites though were the ones with form. Hubris, a villanelle was the hardest of the bunch to draft. Reality, an Italian sonnet was a challenge because of the subject material, but still fun. Lastly, Skyline is the one I wanted to write from the very beginning of the class, but took the longest to write and was by far the most difficult. It is a series of haiku written about this picture. I don’t know the story behind it, nor do I know anything about him, but I hope the poem did the event justice.
