Creative Work

So for my creative work...I went a little off the deep end.

Well not really.

I decided to make my own fascicle, which in hindsight probably wasn't as an original idea as it initially seemed. I "aged" some paper, folded it, wrote on it, and bound it in the way Emily Dickinson would have done. Oh, and I also added a nice finishing touch with my "PERFECT" cursive. It's fun to decipher (even for me)...just like Dickinson's.

As such, I have written here, in a "published" form, the poems contained in my fascicle. Each poem is influenced by a theme in Dickinson's poetry, so unlike her fascicles there is no overarching theme present and there is no defined order to the poems. Poems are complete with variations, alterations, and "mistakes" to reflect the fluidity of writing that Dickinson believed in. The poems also contain varying Capitalizations and dashes -

Enjoy!

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And so the darkness comes -
A realization Setting in -
Fear is in the Design
While the pattern is Unknown.

Light Fading - *dizzy blind -
Sinking farther Downward to
Only another Knows -
Relinquichs all Thought to Graves

*Confusion

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I Turn my Eyes to the Sun -
Diminishing Shapes - surround -
The new World I see to come -
*All Essence Remains -

*Only Spirit remains henceforth

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Stars align A velvet Night -
The skin is Cold - a smile appears -
Put to Rest - Lives final thoughts
Of new Bedfellows for Eternity.
The Eyes no longer See -
Feeling is Lost - stiffened movement -
But shape reminiscent
Of what was once so glorious in Life.

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Furious Butterflies swim in my Brain -
Although no route to they pursue -
I fall through Dreams -
And I see the Flower wilt.
No longer pure, but strangely changed.
As life is reopened
A new World to view -
More for me and less for you -
But still I see withing your
Soul a Virtue I cannot be
Betrothed to.

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Appealing to the Country Girl -
To save her from Herself -
A life* of sewing a barren field -
The White Sacrament a Saving -
Grace - all lost to a new master.

Enthralling to the City Dweller,
A womb to occupy with an heir -
Beauty to own and to serve Every Need of His -
Of no Sincerity - Passion absent.

The two together hold their hopes -
Neither realize the piece of union -
Where dreams are selfish -
One thrives while the other Dies.*

*fate
*Slowly they make their coffins - The Grave welcoming the Bride.

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A companion Lies beside my side -
Protector and Confident all in one -
To Him I tell my secrets
Thought Understanding escapes him.
A Kiss when I am Wronged,
A nudge whilst I am Fearful -
He walks by my side
And finds my way ahead of
Me.


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