I’m taking a creative writing course right now, and thought I’d post some of the things I’m doing for my assignments. This first one is a poem that was originally called teeth, now titled Discovery. I’ve posted the first draft and the current version (about the 4th revision).
Teeth
Stopping short of the angle in the jaw,
for there you would never wear a single crown of green or red,
you shine as age has made you smooth, as idle age is wont to do.
You were not always clean or dry,
but frequently drenched in blood,
whether milky-white or
rusty-red seeping stains into your faces
and between your rounding cusps.
Your limits existed only in the will
of him who weilded you;
and in his end,
and after his crown and arm and face were worn away,
you remain adorned in lifeless gray,
shining forth to tell the tale of ages washed away.
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Discovery
The steel tooth rooted in my hand
tears
and cuts
and crushes
this flesh
of stone and clay,
forcing open another gaping maw before
it
can swallow
another
meal of knowledge.
An angled pocket of time,
Where once a bone had lain,
now digested and fused into the body of the earth,
and you,
subtly suggesting secrets with your stillness,
your age has made you smooth, as idle age is wont to do.
You were not always dull and dry,
but frequently your master’s meals
anointed you with nectar or with blood,
bathing you in sweetness
or
rusting stains into your faces
and between your rounding cusps.
What terrors did you tell, for him?
What destruction did you bring
as he wielded you to satisfy his lusts?
What secrets
did you bite back, and record beyond his knowledge,
so that in his end,
and after his crown and arm and face
were taken for the eating of the earth,
you’d remain adorned in dull and lifeless gray,
yearning yet to tell the tale of ages, lives, and days.