The Struggle
by Gabrielle dela Cruz and Danelle Peralta
As the winds blow, the leaves still linger,
Will thou ever get to use thy fingers?
Pen in thy hand, twas there since midnight,
Will thou words ever come out right?
Oh so beautiful and measured words
Only thou shall shake all worlds
Where art thou glorious silhouette?
Let me not wait lonely til sunset
Time hath passed, and still no sign
Of anything but a singular line
How much longer will this go on?
Pray, not let it be too long
Did thy heart confess the truth til now?
That thou has been in my mind somehow
One foot at sea, one foot ashore
Words that cometh, I can’t ignore
I am no Shakespeare, I cannot write
Alas, It cometh! All’s said and right
Truth be told, tis a poem I speak
How one cannot compose, in just one streak
—This is a poem about how we can’t write a poem.
So Gaby has this homework on her literature class which she was required to write a 4 line 5 stanza poem about anything. So she asked for my help and we think of all the possible topics and stuff for like an hour or so but we still can’t think of anything that we can relate to or even finish. When suddenly, Aimee (Gaby’s cousin) told Gaby that she should write a poem about how we can’t write a poem. Why not? so we did it. We want it to be like a Shakespeare thing wherein the words to be used are like thy thou cometh and the likes. Gaby calls it SHAKESPERIAN STYLE haha so yeah. It was really fun and hilarious though it’s really hard to think of the best way to end the poem so that’s the part where we really STRUGGLE, if you know what I mean. So yeah, awesome awesome poem. :]
