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Descending Poem

My creative writing teacher gave us an assignment: write a 10-line poem based on length of lines. The first line is 10 words (not syllables, but words), the second is 9 words, down to line 10 (one word).

Here is my poem.

How to know you are in Seminole County
Here are three surefire signs you are in Seminole County.
Number one, there is always junk on the road.
Dead, bloated armadillo, half-squashed, next to palm fronds.
Number two, former Northerners are all around.
When it’s cold, they wear hats.
Number three, there’s no beach.
No coast, no beach.
No sea water.
No sand.


There is the Beginning

There’s the beginning, which is always confusing. No one knows the rules except the old hands, and they struggle to explain what’s going on. The newbies strive, some of them, while others give up almost immediately.
Then the middle. a long slog. It’s become quite clear what is expected: work, work, and more work.
And the end—it’s always the same. The end comes suddenly crashing through the door, sweeping everyone up into a frenzy. No use trying to plan rationally-the end is always the same.
And then it’s over. Time for some newbies,
---By Sara Tusek
This poem describes taking a class at college, but it can be looked at from other angles--any new commitment starts, continues, and ends this way.