Born-again Poessayist?

I tried to write tonight, got like half a poem done. So I decided to finish a "book" -- I thought I could make it a book, it's more of a short, short "book" because it's only at five pages but there's like three or four chapters already; it's very concise -- but when I read it over I said, This isn't me; this is really dumb. I can't finish this.

So I turned to my friend the Internet looking for creative writing topics and prompts.

After reading a few websites for kids that went "Use the following words in a story: candlestick, comic book, empty soap box, clown, racetrack," or "Write a description of a girl named Molly Mallory," I found a site with actual prompts. It also had links to different types of poems and stories.

And this is how I discovered poessays.

While the name is lame (ha, that rhymes!) I really liked the idea, and I think that's because it's how I write. When I write short fiction, I write it so that it sounds like a poem. But when I try to write poetry, I can't do it. I'm not a poet. Apparently, I'm a Poessayist. Go figure.

So I scribbled down two sentences and turned them into poems, and while these poems are supposed to be opinionated, mine are really not -- well maybe one is, I don't know -- but I just wanted to get the feel for it anyways so it doesn't matter. This is just practice.

So here are my poessays (these are working titles, folks):

A Christmas Poem

To wake up

at

sunrise

and open

the curtains

thousands

of

glittering crystals

falling

from the clouds

to feel warmth

in your

heart

at the shiver

of

the first frost

as it touches your cheeks

this is Christmas

See? Aren't they fun! Okay, okay. It was cheesy. But this is for practice, for inspiration, for educational and spiritual growth of the little writer girl inside me. So please bear with me, because until I find my forté, you will be seeing a lot of these corny little poems. Maybe I'll write a Haiku...

I would like you to know that I did not intentionally steal this title from Selina. I realized that after I "made it up" already. But, like I said: working title.

Dreaming Of You

Slowly

I close my eyes

and let my back

relax

As I lay

under covers

not too hot

but perfectly
warm

I slip

into a dream

where the earth is always

shining

the air is fresh

and cool

and every

minute

I can spend

dreaming

of you

Now you guys are all gonna go off and write your own poessays and it's all thanks to moi! No, that's not true, because nobody reads this anyway...okay, one person does, but that's it.