Creative Writing, Dickinson, poetry, Writing

November 1, 2019

Conscious

I heard the rain patter—as I awoke for life –

The silence of the morning

loomed thick, impenetrable in the air –

As the first breath filled my lungs.

 

The trickle of water – timely against the glass payne

Fingers and toes wiggling firm, stretching long

For truth in what’s cognizant – God’s hand in pure

 

Grey – lively trickles, cold and dense—

held pressure to me

The window soon cleared –

And I could finally see.

 

-Angela Prendergast.

Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson. 

Creative Writing, poetry, Writing

Autumnal Aesthetics

 

Gratified – all glory to autumnal aesthetics

For lilac skies, milky cream clouds, hot cider

For burning leaves that crunch, crinkle, clashing their consonances in

the wind.

For round, peeping hollows gleaming, glittering, carved in fright

Their purpose known to those who admire, sharing the story of the steady night

 

Maroons, browns, rich in chocolate allure

Delight, dazzling fire burning – ignite

Beauty in the decayed, when things fall to their end

Praise Autumn!

 

Anxiety, Creative Writing, Education, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

June 24, 2019

First World Problems. 

 

-Individuality.

An idea omitted and replaced with affinity towards identical thinking.

-Identity.

Established through the perception of others.

                 -Selfless Disposition.

Terminology that has been joylessly expunged from souls, replaced with envy and greed.

Compassion.

A subject caught up, lost, and drifted away like stubborn waves of the sea.

Generosity

A word gone to hibernate for the winter, never to return from its gloomy cave.

-Happiness.   

Gained from ownership of material items, manifested through flashy colors and gaudy gadgets.

 

These ideals of the present are the demise of our future.

Uncategorized, Writing

June 17, 2019

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Here is a sonnet I wrote about the sun. I hope you enjoy.

Aurora

A sonnet by Angela Prendergast.

 

Morning, gleaming bright, blinding

The middle child of the great beyond

Darkness drifts away in fright

Summer flowers; delicacy grows so fond.

 

Soundless, it rises and falls

Squinty eyes, liquid tears below

A march of the day, standing tall

Kisses all, from friend to foe.

 

Bright, bold, beacon of hope

An endless cycle to return

Lambent, luminous; all awoke

Steady, lessons for each child to learn.

 

More than the size of this sphere; fervent, bold

You allow human life to behold.