"Roses Are Grey. Violets Are Grey. I'm A Dog" - Dog's Poetry
Hi. My name is Haley and I’ll be be your guide through poems by various writers. Together we shall stumble upon new perspectives and see the world anew. I myself have seen plenty of poetry read aloud on stage and heard audiences fall silent and then burst with laughter. Poetry can sometimes be difficult to analyze but that’s okay. Like getting up in the morning, it can take a while to find the real meaning in doing so. It can make us drop our black tea in astonishment or make us put on our brightly patterned sweater because of the sudden chill you get from a verse. Perhaps that is only me, but I doubt you shall remain immune to the feelings embedded in poetry. So grab your dog (you know I have mine) and let’s take a look at some writing together that is probably written by Neil Hilborn.
That lovely summery was actually written by my wonderful girlfriend, Genevieve, after I whined to her about not being able to write this introductory. While mockery was certainly ingrained, the sentiment was real and she summed me up pretty well. I am not known to be easy to rise in the morning, it takes about twenty minuets of scrolling through Instagram and a lot of begging from my dog, with a dash of anxiety from possibly being late to school.
Though I've tried many types, black tea will always be my favorite. Whether it's iced, or hot with honey, sugar, and milk mixed in different combinations depending on my mood. With fall weather coming, sweaters are a must, my favorite so far is the xl mens sweater I bought from Gabe's a few weeks before school started. She was definitely mocking me then, as I insist that there is a draft in my room when she thinks the place is a sauna.
From her paragraph, all that is left is my dog. Luke is needy, whiney, and sometimes hard to manage, we have a lot in common. Though he seems aggressive when you first meet him, he's actually a big softie once he's comfortable with you. I love him with every bit of me, and I always take an opportunity to show him off, so enjoy some photos.
Not mentioned is my love for art I've taken an art class every year since I started public school in eighth grade after being homeschooled. Though recently I've met a block and haven't found the project that keeps me interested enough to finish it. I hope to figure out how to get my inspiration back at some point this year.
Poetry is a whole new form of art for me, and I'm looking forward to exploring it with you. Maybe I'll even find my inspiration for material art again through it. Hopefully Genevra can forgive me for not remembering Neil Hilborn when I use some of his poems.
I hope you enjoyed the introduction of me, and I hope you enjoy the many future blogs to come. Feel free to follow the Instagram I mentioned if you want to see more of my life, and check out Genese's blog as well!
Loving dogs and poetry. What else could I need?