[I am half-heartedly participating in Poem Month, writing a poem everyday. Granted, I haven’t written poetry recreationally in a long time (I haven’t even written poetry academically in ages.) but it’s been fun. I’ve written a couple I quite like. This was what I generated today after Shann mentioned I should transform an impassioned Facebook status into a poem. The past month has been surprising, but perhaps that means I’m at last at a space where I can write a poem now and again for fun.]
[I’m on the verge of finishing my Master’s thesis. It is, at it’s core, about film aesthetics and economics and the media it works with is the New Gore of the early 2000s and New French Extremism. I’ve spent months now watching really harrowing, troubling torture scenes and working them through my thesis. I’ve become enamored of my project. It’s been a really wonderful process, and one which has really shown me what I want from my career. This is a poem to my thesis.]
I feel as if we have spent
so many long hours together,
You have become to me,
We’ve spent so many nights together
the hours disappearing into each other –
and over our many months of romance,
I realize now,
I want to be with you forever.
I want to ensconce myself in your luxuries.
I want you,
you are the style I have always dreamt of,
your topic is one so dear to me,
I could weep from love.
I want our time together to be eternal,
To wake up each day and to only think of you
of your sentences uncurling and flowing over the edge of my desk
oozing with passion from the spaces in-between the keys.
You are the voice of everything I have wanted.
Even on our worst days, you are still great.
I never want worries beyond you,
my precious torture porn paper.
I feel our time slipping by so quickly,
all too soon it’ll be April 18, then May 2.
What then, my love?