Hey, what can I say? It's Thursday. I should be doing homework. Instead I'm blogging. Yes, I do stink.
Anyway. I had to write this for school, so that counts for something. (No it doesn't.) We're getting ready to study poetry and fiction after doing a 10-page research paper (Read: the writing assignment of your nightmares), so that means more writing for me and more reading for you! Who's excited? I AM!
This is supposed to be free verse. Yep.
This is from the viewpoint of Scott, a secondary character from a story that none of you have read because I haven't written it. He's the assistant to the commander (Kaori Tsutsuba, who I've mentioned before) of a rebel army. Their story is one of destruction and impossible odds, the struggle of trying to create the most morally upright country they can from the rubble of a motherland that was once great but has fallen to brutal depravity.
Their story is my driving one, I think. If I only ever get one thing published, only one book to be tragically and achingly beautiful, I want it to be this one. I haven't started writing it yet because I want to get better, good enough to feel comfortable starting it. I need to do a lot more research before I can even think about beginning, most of which has to do with the Civil War and the Founding Fathers. Which, quite frankly, is good for me, because I love history. *coughcoughtlrcoughcough*
This was going to be just another update, but I guess you got a little blurb about Rebellion at the same time. Oopsies. ^///^
And so, without further ado (because I really do have homework):
Somewhere On The Battlefield
March 3, 2011
Leaving the commander’s tent,
I saw the first green life
I have seen in a long while.
Green and brown and seeped in death.
I had to stop and wonder
and the meaning . . .
In the midst of this war
We have nothing but hope left
[Possibilities were gone months ago
Our chances before that].
And now, is even our hope
tinged with death?
Are there no flowers
vibrant in the breath of life?
. . .
Yet we will cling
and cling hard
to our hopes
and our dreams
and our future
because even tinged with death,
A ray of hope can always be found
somewhere on the battlefield