Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Oda a mis gafas


I wrote a poem in Spanish and thought I'd post it on here (but no, it does not have a translation, so you'll just have to become bilingual to comprehend my genius).

Oda a mis gafas
Los suéteres se desgastan,
el ambiente eventualmente destruye los pantalones,
y los zapatos no duran para siempre,
pero cada día me pongo las gafas.
Amigos fieles, siempre me ayudan.
Sus montas rectangulares abrazan a sus lentes.
Sus ventanas claras me dan pasamiento al mundo de color.
He perdido el arte de ver.
Paso por las gotas de agua en las hojas de los árboles,
los arcos irises por encima de mi cabeza,
las sonrisas tímidas en las bocas de los desconocidos, 
y los nubes sonrojos.
Mis ojos escogen mirar a las calles, las fechas, y los informes.
No quieren recordar su ceguera,
pero siempre están allí mis gafas.
Amigos sabios, esperan silenciosamente
el momento de recordar.
Tristes sin lágrimas, no dicen nada
mientras camino rápidamente a la clase.
Sienten sin movimiento en mi nariz
cuando cruzo la calle hablando por teléfono.
No me piden nada.
Anticipan que los me ponga
y pare por ver brevemente,
que observe las gotas de agua y los nubes,
y que mire la lluvia con ojos fascinados.
Mis gafas, guías leales, me enseñan silenciosamente
a ver.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

If you're a student in college...

If you're a student in college, someone is bound to ask you what you're studying.
When you answer this question, they will ask you what you want do with your degree.
This impromptu interview will remind you that you really should be studying, so you will quickly dismiss yourself and hit the books.
Doing your math homework will remind you that you really don't like math, so you will go buy a snack instead.
As you buy your breakfast cookie at exactly 3:27 p.m., you will remember that you were supposed to call your mother before your breakfast.
When you make the call, you will see a clipping of job advertisements on the cork board.
The advertisements will remind you that you really need some work experience.
Your need of work experience will remind you that you really have no idea for what field you need it.
This quandary will remind you that you that you really need to declare a major.
And when you declare your major, someone is bound to ask you what you plan to do with it.

(Modeled after If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.)

I seem to be very fond of parodies lately. For my Honors assignment, I had the idea of writing a poem instead of a standard essay, and my prof approved. It is a parody of Dante's Inferno from Muhammad's perspective, written in iambic pentameter and (almost) terza rima. It has been quite fun to write, but more than a little painstaking. This song has helped a lot, though. Heh, heh.