As some of you may know, last September (2018) I published my first poetry collection Essence of An Age which you can read a whole post about its creation here. Long story short, I wrote the collection because I needed to. Writing it reignited a love for writing that I had lost and allowed me to learn and grow in ways that I never expected.
After its publication, I was convinced it would be a long time before I would write another collection. I thought I would need “a lot more life experience” before I could have more to write about. I thought this because I considered Essence of An Age to be a reflection of my life up until that point. Turns out, it is only a reflection of a year or two with some flashbacks. This new collection is the same. I drew on memory, imagery, and general things that inspire me to write. I wrote about relationships: wishful, romantic, platonic, and family. I referenced Shakespeare a lot and included poems inspired by being at Twenty One Pilots concerts.
Where Essence of An Age was a clear-cut book conceptually, this one is not. It is a scattered collection of thoughts, feelings, and reflections. It is a conglomeration of hopes, dreams, an angsty suburban life I’ve never lived, and putting myself into the coffins of Romeo and Juliet. Dramatic, yes. Very much so. Haha, I’m okay with that. I am currently describing this collection as solemn yet sweet. I am incapable, it seems, of writing poetry that is only depressing or only happy. My work lies in the middle ground.
Furthermore, I had not expected to write this collection which has made the process all the more beautiful and exciting. On November 16th, 2019, I finished my second collection of poetry called The Blue Gabled House. The title is the same title as the nineteenth poem of the collection. This is intentional as I wrote the majority of this book at the age of 19.