My Odyssey...in space

Poem idea:
A poem that depicts some type of epic space adventure in which an individual adventurer is stuck in a place known as the friend's zone and has no idea how to get out of it. yet more and more people keep showing up until the point that it overflows and all of the people in the friend zone escape.

I know this is pretty cheesy but I think it could work out if I really play up the cheese factor.

Eavesdropping

Yesterday at work as in Tuesday I met a woman from the same area of San Diego that I am from. She had been in Fairbanks for two days in order to collect a bunch of possessions of her sister who died two years ago. It was a very nice story that she told of how she ended up in Fairbanks and at the Wolf Run. Then as I was counting the till I overheard her on a cellphone talking to what I assumed was a family member. She talked about how people had looted her sister's cabin and how it had been a very long time since she had been in consistent contact with her sister. The most intriguing thing was that she bought a candle at Fred Meyer to light in her sister's cabin. When she returned to said cabin she found that her sister had bought the same exact style of candle.

This incident got me to thinking about the things that we will inevitably leave behind. It is those little things that friends and family remember, not the most expensive cars, tvs, etc. The poem could be from my pov or hers

Hopefully Not Setting myself up for Failure or My year long poetry project.

It has been over a year since I have written on this blog. I'll be honest a lot has gone on since this time last year. Probably a lot more than can be contained within this word box. Yet as that Shins song "pink bullets" goes, "I don't look back much as a rule." So on to the present. I came to the realization that for proclaiming myself to be a hack poet I really don't have a lot of hack poems. So I have decided that every day for a year I will either compose a poem or an idea for a poem on this blog, most of the time probably the latter. Hopefully this will help me utilize this more often. I have never been able to fully commit to something like this for a year...let alone 2 months. Also, poetry is pretty personal for me and well all of my ideas and the way in which my brain works is available for all to see...that's a little scary. So we will see what happens.

Poem idea:
A confessional poem about how my mother is actually a zombie. I can utilize the zombie metaphor and relate it as to how all of the things I do are influenced by her and how she haunts me from the grave...like a zombie. Could start out as a confession to a woman.