It’s interesting keeping a personal journal when on Mars. You are generally so busy that by the time the end of the week roles around you are too tired to want to write anything – or be creative.
I have a strong desire to be creative and to communicate what is happening with my friends and family back in the real world. I miss them but still choose to be on this voyage – and would choose it again.
If you read my last post you know that my family and friends provided me with all kinds of inspirational notes, cards, music, etc. to help me pass the Martian time. One of my good friends, Christie, gave me poems to read last month for national poetry month. It got me thinking about poetry. I’ve tried dabbling here and there but never really understood the different poetic forms. So I printed out a guide and decided that every now and then I would throw out a poem – test my creativity with the internet void.
Today I have an acrostic poem for you. Don’t worry if you don’t know what that means. I too had to look it up. It is poetry in which the first letter of each line spells out a word when read vertically and the word is usually the subject of the poem. So here it goes – my first poem as a Martian.