Fuzzy Form
#1 of Poetry
First Poem I did this semester for my Creative Writing class. We were to choose an object to write a poem about, and I chose my fursuit. Ironically, I had intended to write a bubbly, happy poem because that's what I think of when I picture my fursuit. Before I had written it, I was laying in my bed, reading the textbook for my class when I got so inspired, I literally threw the book across the room as I leaped out of bed to the computer to start typing. I got part way through the third stanza when I just started crying out of nowhere, and I still don't quite understand how it happened. A light hearted, bubbly story somehow turned into one of sorrow and loss. As I was writing, I started thinking about fursuiting at a children's hospital, and then thoughts of my dog who died over two years ago ran through my head and I just lost it. I was crying so loud that I woke up one of my mates from across the hall, and it was about a half hour before I finally calmed down.
The moral of the story is, you never know when inspiration will strike, or what kind. Don't be afraid to run with it. Even though this poem was not what I intended, I'm still really proud of it, and I'm finding that it means more to me than I anticipated.
And finally, comments and constructive criticism are welcome as always. Thanks for reading!
-- Fuzzy Form --
Unblinking eyes greet upon entry,
The smirk - perpetual.
The head sits alone,
Its body hidden behind closet doors
Until the time to don comes.
A hood of black
Creates shadows of gray.
Its spear-tipped ears, and
Long yet blunted nose meet
Fur soft
As an innocent heart.
With the helmet worn
And the armor donned,
I come to life.
The smirk becomes a smile.
The unblinking eyes are now a comfort
To those who see it
Like that of one's pet
After days of false kindness,
At work and school
Where faces blend, and attitudes flare.
My own warmth comes
In this fake flesh.
The true, no,
Desired self is known.
This armor thought to protect me
From my emotions and hide it
From others fails
As I wander through
The weeping halls
Of parents and kids.
Their faces of loss or inevitable fate
Turn to hope and calm acceptance
After they laugh and play
With this fuzzy furred form.
Tears I long held fall, memories
Of my own loss years passed,
During even children's smile.
Their laughter soon to be
Silent eternal.