As I stated in my source showcase and my GREAT Day presentation, I like snapshot moments. I’m an observer over a participator, so I find pleasure in merely taking in the world around me. However, in poetry, I typically struggle with the concrete, seeing as I often get swept away in the emotions I’m feeling and trying to convey. Because this obstacle has been brought to light, I’ve been attempting to incorporate more solid imagery in my poems.
A poem I wrote was included in my GREAT Day presentation, which I called “Freshmen”. In it, I attempted to create a snapshot moment of a memory with my three friends at an event here in school. I wanted to reflect how we were in that moment and how memory sticks. It’s still in its first draft, but this is it:
were this moment a polaroid, i would pin it
to the wall with a blue thumbtack, so i could
always look at it and touch it with tender fingertips.
i always want to remember this moment, where we exist
solely as childish 18 year olds who have forgotten that
we are adults and your foot is planted against the hardwood
floor, hand reaching out to grip toby’s shirt as he sprints,
eyes wide in terror, mouth wide, while mitt scowls at you.
you’re making a ruckus and people are looking and i’m trying
not to laugh because then they’ll know i’m with you, but i’m
not sure i care anymore because i’m laughing too hard and this
is what I want to remember when i think of you and toby and mitt
and when i think back to what it was like to be a freshman in college.