I’d like to introduce my guest writer for this post. Will O’Neal is a current student in my Creative Writing class and a truly remarkable young poet. His wordmithing talent and his imaginative reach are quite impressive, so I asked if I could share his most recent poem “Clean Slate” on Eden.Babel…
With one fluent swipe of a hand, it’s gone
It was an idea, then breathed into creation
Now forever obliterated.
With one careless fling of an arm,
It was all destroyed
With nothing left, except the faded view
Of what it once was.
It’s ironic they call it dry
‘Cause of all the rich and wonder-drenched ideals
That were swept aside
All the emotional words,
And Truth-filled phrases
Erased and turned to blackened and lifeless ashes.
If only we could amplify it to a larger scale
Patch up, erase, and destroy our mistakes and blemishes,
Perfect our lives
So that we seem pristine
As newborn children,
In all their innocent infancies
Wipe our slate clean
So that we are perfectly polished, Photo-shopped people
Hiding behind a facade of fantasized features
But then without our mistakes,
We all become the same,
A utopian human race.
Our faults are what set us apart
And how we handle them is what defines us
So let’s not destroy our mistakes;
Just learn from them,
And leave the Dry Erasers for Expo Markers
And games of Hangman.