So for starters, I'm a cs major. I don't know terribly much about poetry.
My professor is hardcore about poetry, we're talkin chromed steel balls hardcore. His speech the first day went something like this.
"I started college as pre-med. I gave up a hell of a lot of money to write poetry, because poetry Saves. Peoples. Lives. If you think computer science is more important than poetry, then you can walk out right now. If you are in this class to do fingerpainting, you can leave right now. If you want to learn to become better poets you can stay in this class. I am 35. I just won the best book of the year award for poetry. I'm 35. So when I say I know something about poetry, I'm telling the truth. We have the best poetry department in the world here, and we're going to live up to that."
He went on at this level of intensity for around 20 minutes before getting into the logistics of the course. Now poetry is kinda cool, but I'll be damned if I think its more important than computer science.
At any rate, I'm sticking it out. We turned in our first poem today, a Ghazal. Ghazals are form that originated in seventh century Arabia. The first two lines end with the same word, and every second line thereafter also ends with the same word. The syllable before the repeated word rhymes. The poem is broken into a series of couplets, which often have independent meaning. Seeing is how one of the stated goals of the off topic forum is to post poems, I thought I would show you guys.
|QUOTE ( Freedom Ghazal @ Ryan Moulton)|
Glowing pixels blur into an image of younger eyes.
Deadening, familiar type rests, glimmers on older eyes.
The hope, the story, the promise, the end: a hall of mirrors.
Sun land, dust land. Across the ocean, bits to staggered eyes.
The frosting spring grasses hold echoes of gibbous moon.
Fears speak in tight deep stares, quick sharp breaths. He kissed her eyes.
Mottled granite moves from a pleistocene hitch into shade.
A stream turns around it, lichen sits, but no other eyes.
A deep cathedral of stone and water, within, a spire,
dark drip built, millennia built, breaks, but no other eyes.
An unknown unknown carves a nameless moment from the sun.
Soft ears break and whine, concentric waves shatter light; blister eyes.