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I was going to post something very different but the lack of images in my google post wizard has taken me into a completely different direction. Now you might think that they don't really have many images, but trust me, just about everything that puts this page together is an image. I'm not sure why they are gone or why they are not loading with a refresh or even a browser reset, but they are gone. Something you take for granted I guess that you never really think about.

Granted Granite

This is one of those cases where the poem title came first.
Really there is no need for that,
just some words that went pretty together in my head.
It might have gone smoother had I written about granite
and then written a poem,
but I don't know much about granite.
I know it is grey
I know it is rocky
I know that some people use it for their counter tops,
but it isn't something I know much about,
so it is hard to write about.
I could have narrated this poem from granite's point of view
I could have written about all the other rocks I do know
but instead I break walls
and leave sentences without punctuation.


I'll just start this section by saying that the poem is over. The first time I tried to write in a new section it kind of looked like I was continuing the casual voice of the poem. I have to say though that I like how the poem turned out. It isn't something I usually do but I acknowledged myself writing a poem. If I recall correctly from one of my poetry classes, we read an author, Mark Halliday, who did the same thing. I believe I was in the vast minority in the class who enjoyed Halliday's poems. I can understand why many people didn't like his style, it was very intrusive and often nothing like what a poem is traditionally like. I think that last part is what I enjoyed the most thought, that he was willing to be different. I'm not saying traditional poetry is bad, but I think a few poets doing there own thing is much better for the genre in the long run.
Never the less this poem definitely needs to be revised, but it is a good start to a poem about nothing and a poem about taking things for granted, which I did and it worked out so well in the sense that I think the poem portrayed that feeling of taking granite for granted while never actually saying so. The ending doesn't please me as much.

Copyright William Curb 2008