In hunting for something to post for Throw Back Thursday, since I’ve been a slacker again as of late, I found myself mostly amused by the page in my old writing binder I have ignored and flipped past time and again… my welcome page. Like a good deal of what I post for TBT, this was written when I was in high school, and it seems silly and cute now, though I’m sure that was not my initial intention.
Welcome!!! [yes, I overused my exclamation points] You are about to step into the mind of Terree L. Klaes. Everything in the following pages was developed in my mind, and then typed out for your reading enjoyment. I hope that as you travel through my stories and poems, you are touched, shocked, and overwhelmed. I write for my own pleasure, but most of all, for others to enjoy. The mind is limitless, as is my writing, and I hope you find that I am skilled and talented. Thank you for your time; you will not be disappointed. Yours Faithfully, Terree L. KlaesTag Archives: Throw Back Thursday
Throw Back Thursday: I’m Feeling More than I Can Write
I believe this poem was written not long after I first left home to go to school.
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Terree L. Klaes 1997
Throw Back Thursday: Sinister Eyes
A Throw Back Thursday poem from 1994, when I believe I was a high school junior. I once attempted to translate this into Spanish for a class assignment, but I cannot find that and it was probably all wrong anyway.
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Sinister Eyes
There once was a man
with sinister eyes
that could pierce your body through
He lived in the darkness
in his own little world,
but longed for something more
There came a day
when this sinister man
knew Death was at his door
He tried to fight back,
but could not succeed,
then collapsed from an awful disease
Now his sinister eyes
are tightly shut,
his arms folded over his chest.
It is hard to believe
such a misfortunate man
could have such a tranquil rest.
Terree L. Klaes copyright 1994
Throw Back Thursday: Broken
I’ve been enjoying the embarrassing old pictures people are posting on Instagram and Facebook every Thursday, and I’ve even participated a bit. Then I thought, “What’s more embarrassing than old big hair pictures of myself? Stuff I wrote back in the day. So, in that vein I believe I will begin Throw Back Thursdays on my blog every few weeks.
Broken
It used to be a tool,
and every beat was good.
So many beats for you.
I always thought it would last,
and beat a billion more
strong beats for you.
Now it is broken up.
My heart no longer pounds
any beats at all.
It is broken and destroyed,
shattered and crushed,
and no more beats are left.
I wish it could beat again,
but it’s too broken to care,
and too hurt to even try.
Why must it all end?
This broken tool is dead.
It will never beat again.
Copyright 1995
caverns of my mind 