In this class we will explore the interplay of poetry, graphic design, and motion graphics using the Internet as our canvas.
[Part 1]
[Extra Credit]
A day at the beach with friends,
good times to be had,
I hoped it would never end.
they buried me
neck deep in the ground,
for a laugh, a joke.
silly me.
I can’t breathe.
I feel the weight of the earth.
compact gravity
weighing down on me.
crushing.
holding me tightly.
much too firmly.
I can’t breathe.
a thousand grains each find a fold to fill,
more than friendly.
I am encased perfectly,
snug and warm.
is this to protect me?
the tide rose and,
the waves came to greet me,
so sweetly,
how they beat me.
till the end.
seek sanctuary,
flee into the dark woods,
feet blur on the ground.
heart and pace quickens,
new snow crunches soft,
under hard boot soles.
ragged gasps for breath,
curses frozen in the air,
lips blueberry blue.
heel and toe pounds ground,
flying down the frozen path,
into the deep woods.
barren branches snap,
forming jagged spears of wood,
digging into flesh.
A curious crow
watching from branches above,
cries a malicious caw.
and not far behind
shadow falls on his trail,
black soles in the snow.
black soles pound the ground
shadows closing in quickly,
day becomes twilight.
wind rushes past ear
cold, cutting wind makes all numb
and turn senses dumb.
screams shatter silence
breaking the peace of twilight,
prey goes to pieces.
a rabid raving
swells from a constricted chest,
heart pounds against cage.
fresh meat, easy prey.
strength sapped, and energy ebbed,
death patiently stalks.
stumbling and falls,
tripping on uneven ground
face dives into dirt.
fresh meat, easy prey.
body crippled and broken
struggles on the ground.
spirit surrenders
to broken and splintered bone,
all resistance stops.
shallow breath hisses
through cold lips, blueberry blue,
moving in prayer.
ears straining for sound,
finds snow crunching soft
underneath hard soles.
blood stains the snow red,
hot crimson splashes on white,
cold world fades to black.