Quiet Girl

I'm taking a Poetry class right now and am tasting words for their flavors not only as building blocks for a story and it's like my mind is being revived. I should not have lost the love of words in my attempt to write stories for poetry is part of prose.

Quiet Girl Sewn in a Blanket

By Emily Lawrence

Quiet girl. Quiet girl. Quiet girl.

Quiet girl. Quiet girl.

Forgotten voice. Forgotten voice.

Written voice.

Blanket white. Blanket white.

Rose petal blanket. Chick fluff blanket.

Waiting girl. Hiding girl.

Sewn up girl in a blanket.

Bread steam blanket.

Will anyone ever come for me?

Quiet girl. Quiet girl.

Sleep-drunk eyes. Hidden mouth.

Quiet girl.

Writes a poem to say her words.

Goodtheme

Today marks the beginning of Goodtheme, a cross between a book club and a writing workshop. I've been wanting to start something like this for 2-3 years. When I returned from my church's mission trip two weeks ago and went to morning church the next day, I sat in the pew scribbling on the back of the bulletin.

What I wrote were the preliminaries to the literary club that met tonight. I had no idea those who showed up would. I'm so glad they did!

Really, it's such a great set-up. We all know and love each other. It's safe and a great opportunity for fellowship. Which reminds me, I should take refreshments next time.

I'm very excited about this! And, another member told me the same thing as we were leaving.

Dear God, please use this as a chance to bring us closer to You and Your truth.

To a Dear Love...

I wrote this the other night. I thank God for letting me write my first poem in a long time through worshiping Him.

What words have not been spoken to You?
What have You not heard?
What offering could be offered
As a new addition to your trove?
One not like any other ever made
Uniquely pieced together
Beyond faulty place or craftsmanship
A mark of ink on an ordinary whiteness,
Is there anything so complex
So extraordinary
A word never tasted
A compliment never shared.
Could I be that burnt offering?
A fragrance on an alter
Is my design, a relationship with the Father
Like a song in a court, like alleigiance
Before a flag
No other praise as I am, made individual
By the One deserving praise has
Ever been offered to Your feet
Until I now lay me down.

This is my something to say for today. Nothing we can say or give to God is trully unique because we are sorry craftsmen compared to Him. But, we ourselves are beautiful works of God - the God Who is able to create with perfect plan and purpose. Therefore, we should lay ourselves down as sacrifices to a worthy creator.

Good day and God bless.

3rd, I'm like the Lion of Oz!

My short story, The Panda who had Lice, won 3rd place in my college's Genesis Fiction Contest! Looking through my post labels, I see I've never talked about this story before. I was sure that I had... tell me if this sounds familiar:

Anko Chiba was voted to be the Carrier for her class because the girls were jealous of her beautiful hair. The Carrier is a student that must bear the collective lice for her classmates. One day she come to class with her hair hacked short. This is also the day that Yamashita Hiro, a depressed little boy, transfers to the school from America. After his first day, the class has already targeted him to be the next Carrier.

I'm so happy that I won 3rd place! On the 28th the English Department is going to honor the winner at a sort brunch/ceremony.

Honestly, I knew that the story's writing was a little weak. I'm afraid it might have won from the merit of its concept. I'm not completely sure how to feel about that. Maybe I'm doubting for no reason, but I doubt it.