8/29/10

Writing a Love Poem
By Charlie Malone


I.
There is a boy in my math class with whom I am deeply and totally in love, based solely on superficial physical attraction, though I have naturally convinced myself that we share a deep connection and that his personality, or what I know if it, is one I would, should I ever actually speak to him--unlikely in and of itself--mesh with excellently. I probably wouldn't.
This, of course, isn't poetic, nor is it a poem. Also it's not a very good story.

II.
There is a boy
in my math class
with whom
I am
deeply
and totally
in love,
based solely
on superficial physical attraction,
though I have
naturally
convinced myself
that we share
a deep connection
and that his
personality, or
what I know of it,
is one I would,
should I ever
actually speak
to him--
unlikely in
and of
itself--
mesh with
excellently.
I probably wouldn't.
Now it looks like a poem. But that superficial attraction bit does me no good. And math class sounds too adolescent. I shall make it dramatic now.

III.
There is a boy
I love,
and I know,
I'll take my
love
to the grave,
but if one day
I find a voice,
I know
we'll share something
beautiful.
Too dramatic now. Sounds too teary. I must get a grip.

IV.
There was a boy
I knew
and tried to
love,
but slipped
right from
my arms.
And now I sound like an idiot.

V.
Love sucks.


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Charlie Malone is a high school student with a love for art, music, literature, and theater. She's been writing since she learned how, and first started writing poetry when she was thirteen and realized it didn't take as long as a story did.