Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Trial and error

Comments from family members show that my story of traveling to Disney is not completely accurate. I knew that, those who are family members found it obvious. Let's just call it an act of "creative writing." I found a picture, made a story, that was my blog. Tonight I'm trying one I'm far less suited to accomplish. There is benefit to trying all writing styles, even though I don't plan on using them. For instance, I have no plans on writing fiction stories, but will be helped by those "creative writing" exercises. Tonight's exercise will be far less enjoyable for me.

I've never been good at poetry. I can't grasp my mind around how to make it special and unique. I'm stuck in always trying to create a rhythm and meter, while adding rhyme. This generally leaves me with poems that use small words, easy to rhyme and adjust to a pattern of syllables, while leaving me far from getting the point across. Here is my attempt to break that pattern.

An Emptying Apology
by Nate Kemper

Your character has shown and my trials prove, it takes an emptying apology to get close to you.
To appease the guilt of my life fallen short, takes more than the "sorry" spoken without heart.

An apology to empty myself of guilt, fear and shame.
And for when my life has been empty, or the times I wouldn't empty it.
When I wouldn't allow your truth to change me.
When I stubbornly let my pride be what makes me.

I can't say I've become who you want me to be.
My life's only been an empty apology.

I want you to change me, I want to be new.
But first I must willingly submit myself to you.

Letting go of what I've chosen, hidden and created while I was in control.
I need to return to the One who knows.
I need your truth to change me.
Let my Creator make me.

Let's start the process of setting me free,
By finally setting my life at your feet.
Only that will say "sorry" like an emptying apology.


Poetry is also hard for me because it comes from the heart. I'm far better at expressing my mind than I am at expressing my heart. I'm glad this exercise is over, and look forward to returning to mind work tomorrow.

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