Poetry eludes me.

A brisk autumn morning, the perfect cure

For stress, and hardships, and hoping that life will

At last go your way, even for just one

Obscure moment, one minute of your own.

Of all the mornings grace showeth itself

On today, blissful rays of sun are shone

And though we wake not knowing, miracles

Are happening, where you’d least expect them.

- Two four line stanzas written by myself.

Honestly, I wish I had a better comprehension and capacity to write poetry. It has never and probably will never be my strong suit. I spent at least two hours hammering out eight lines of poems that will be most definitely outshined by those of my classmates.

On the bright side, of all the poems I've ever been assigned to write in high school and now in college, I feel these are probably my strongest. They adhere mostly to the rules of iambic pentameter, and not even Shakespeare follows the exact rules for EVERY line of his stuff, so I think I'm okay, even if I'm not as consistent as he is.

But I guess if I was I wouldn't be a student in college, I'd probably be living in a mansion somewhere. Oh to dream.

I suppose I should probably name my stanzas or poems or whatever you'd like to call them, but I can't think of any good names at the moment. I'll probably come back later and edit them in.

I'm looking forward to class and reading some real poetry written by all of you :) thanks for reading!

Dan