Since GSA, school stole my time but I worked on the novel. More recently, I've abandoned fiction in pursuit of poetry. I love it. I can write more, better pieces than I could with just fiction. I'd like to return someday, but for now I am content being a poet.
I've been successful too. Overture Award semis, Scholastic Writing American Voice nomination, and great personal enjoyment from it all.
I'm becoming okay with this new writing identity--verse instead of prose, stanzas instead of chapters. I leave you with this parting sonnet.
To Share a PoemNathan R. PetrieI wanted to share a poem with youtoday, something to make you thinklike Finney, remember like Frost, or, better,weep like Keats. Got to wondering whythat was—why I thought important, meaningfulwriting provoked, shouted, or cried. WhyI thought I knew good work by the countof those who remembered it. Got to thinking maybethere was too much of that: too much clinched-teeth,eye-wetting, accept-the-unacceptable writing. That maybewe’d lost touch with why we wrote to begin with, the pleasureof seeing, like perched eagles, crystal rivers shape the earth.So, I wanted to share a poem, but tonight, by light of a slowlygrowing moon, all I saw was this. At least, I can say that it’s true.
What've you been working on? Any poets? I've missed this.
Strength and Courage,