A future of unknown redress
Innerworkings shift and merge; bridges
Form in knitted circuits with sharp blues and
Tightly crossed yellows.
All mending the very face of the stand-alone cube.
Serrated specs of each proportional edge, curve, corner — fall into ivory.
A block of Everchanging in blurred formation.
Taking breath to light a way over every precipice.
Do you form to your respiration? The sun seems dull with you. Oscillation is strange if it’s not you. Why
do you unwind and reemerge?
Pause was unfathomable, there,
held an immutable wavelength.
Viscera, veer, visage. Infinitesimality, thine.
United in orbit, unfamiliarity resided, and Witness remained.
I wouldn't say I was inspired before writing this poem. My inspiration began to develop as I was writing the poem. The creation of the poem was very spontaneous, and connecting words that had zero correlation with each other was something very challenging that I never thought of doing on my own. While I didn't have inspiration, I did have motivation because I've always had a liking for strange imagery, description, and poems over time, while being in AP Lit. I held an interest in poems and wanted to give life to them; I wanted to create something of my very own to boggle my audience's mind that came straight from my imagination. Though that wasn't what I planned, since my poem was not premeditated, that became what I aimed to do after the fourth line was written.
As for my writing style, I'd say it's something I haven't seen anyone else have. I was told it's very sci-fi, and I would agree. The overall process was to simply connect the most far-off words and make something unique out of them. "Put together words that do not belong together: make a colorful sentence." I did write down more than ten words at the very beginning because that was required of me, but the more words I wrote down, the more I wanted to write down words that really didn't match or have the same theme to them. Though the words I wrote down were words I was familiar with, words I had used before, and were ones I knew I could bend in a different way. -Y. Islas