An imitation of “Crossing the Bar” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Last semester, for Junior Novel project’s final, we were supposed to write an imitation poem of one of our focal poet’s works. I chose “Crossing the Bar”, in which Tennyson wistfully spoke of the pilot who directs us into the beyond, to the other side–to Heaven. Here’s a few points I wrote as the accompanying

The Paradox

In brief, I wrote a poem some late night a while back, and here it is. I found it again just now in the jumbled files on my computer. It has a meaning, or I mean to say, a history. Much discussion and contemplation has revealed one of the great puzzles of human life. One

Birds above us

A poem I wrote for poetry class, the assignment being birds. I haven’t written much poetry lately. I remember that I scribbled down a lot more of it that one semester in private school. Because the teacher lectured me for sketching during class, I decided to safely jot down lines of poetry . . .

Have some hot chocolate + a poem

It’s Monday morning. My alarm went off at six, even though I went to bed at almost three. But then again, I have always viewed sleep as an overrated pastime. Spooned up the fluffy creaminess of greek yogurt, bananas and berries mixed in with it, and then heated up a mug of water, poured in

A Riddle

For a recent assignment in literature, I was supposed to write a riddle inspired by those given in Jane Austen’s Emma (namely Mr. Elton’s significant one, which was intended to mean Courtship). I had a great deal of fun with it. This riddle is supposed to be from a studious guy to a girl he