I’m not sure why but I still keep files with practically every creative writing assignment, essay, and project I ever did since the beginning of high school. I don’t think I’ve ever looked at them since. But after all the hours of work I put into them, it seemed like a shame to just throw them away.
In my OAC year I took a creative writing class, and I remember my friends and I challenging each other as to who could write the most over-the-top, melodramatic “phoney-deep” poem that appeared to be making some kind of grand statement about life, but was actually meaningless. That’s how most poetry we were forced to read seemed to us then.
So here’s one I wrote in Feb, 1990, called simply “Thoughts.” Re-reading it now some 20+ years on, it isn’t all that terrible, actually. But that wasn’t from a lack of trying.
Thoughts (a poem, by Steve Didunyk)