User:Atcovi/ENG225/Don't be Afraid to Feel Things - Discussion Board Four

Prompt
For your discussion board this week, we are going to get a bit more creative and less analytical, but I still have two things I want form you this week.

Choose any one of Sappho's poems or fragments from this weeks reading and tell us what you thought it was about and why you liked it. That's all. Pretty easy. Sappho is fearless in her ability to bare herself emotionally with her readers and, it seems, with her lovers. Writing about what's inside us can be liberating and cathartic and that's what I want from you. What emotion do you most closely identify with? Sadness? Lust? Boredom? Whatever it is, try your hand at writing a little poem about it. Don't worry about it being any good. You aren't being graded on talent or ability, but the process itself. As always with the DB posts, you do not have to worry about formality. I just want something real and meaningful.

There is no length requirement as long as you fully address what's asked of you in this post.

Your response can be text, video, mixed-media, etc.

Initial post due Friday, September 22 by 11:59PM

Response
In honesty, a lot of Sappho's poems were somewhat hard to digest. Not only was it the peculiar language, but it was also the strange themes and the lack of context to explain them. But if I were to go for one poem I was fanboying over, I would go for Poem 51. I found this poem to be quite relatable. Even though its short, it gives a very "realistic" vibe and allows me to connect with Sappho personally. Now, she isn't some random, old poet that I have to study because my Lit. professor told me to - now she is someone that was just like me, indecisive at times! For example, I may have a day where I don't feel like working out at the gym. One mind is telling me, "Let's just take it easy, what is the worse that'll happen?", while my other mind is replying back, "Uh... you'll be angry that you didn't do anything productive?". Thankfully, for the last 2.5 years, the latter mind has been winning vs. the former, but it really does feel like there are "two minds in me" at certain times.

An emotion I identify with is boredom. Although I may feel bored many times throughout the day, I always try to occupy myself because I firmly believe you'll always be occupying yourself with something beneficial or detrimental. But alas, for a poem:

Time passes in a standstill,

Albeit my body is in a chill,

My mind goes in a frenzy,

"How in the world do I occupy thee?"

"To prevent a sadness from encompassing my glee?"

And there, the solution laid a look

Towards the desk holding a bright, red book