Poetry Time

I don't know if I'll make this a regular occurrence (and I mean regular as in every week), but I think I will make the occasional poetry post. If that's not your thing, please feel free to skip, I won't be offended. I have written poetry since I was in middle school and recently rediscovered a lot of it. A lot of it, as you might suspect, is not really any good. Some of it though, I'm still happy with, so at some point I'll definitely post more of my poems.

For today's post, this is a new poem (as in I wrote it about ten minutes ago). The main purpose of this blog as a whole is to get back into writing more. I used to write all kinds of things regularly and have fallen out of the habit for years. I still enjoy writing, but sometimes feel like there's nothing to write about, so I skip it. By writing a blog, I feel like there will be some sort of motivation to write at least somewhat regularly and have also felt the need to write some more poems.

I even started a short story, but about a week after being struck with what I felt was a brilliant idea at the time, it quickly petered out. I'm not saying I'll never get back to that story, but it's been shelved for now. It was a sci-fi story about colonization on Mars, which in itself is not so unique, but I had a different angle based on a story that really happened during exploration and land grabbing in the western United States. I'll say no more on that subject just in case anything further ever happens with that story. It was mostly spurred by a combination of reading some sci-fi novels and the story I heard on a history pocast.

Anyway, before I ramble on for another half a page, here's the poem I wrote:

Tap, tap, tap.
I look up from the book I'm reading,
Hoping to find the source of the noise.
Tap, tap, tap.
I can't determine the source,
Back to reading I go,
When again there comes the noise:
Tap, tap, tap.
This time I get up from my chair, 
To make sure that I really am home alone,
That this isn't some prank. 
Then, as soon as I pick up my book,
Tap, tap, tap.
I begin to ponder nervously,
What could be making this soft noise,
So intermittently and yet so persistently.
Tap, tap, tap.
Finally, a flash of movement catches my eye,
I glance up at my aquarium,
One fish is swimming rapidly.
Then I hear it again,
Tap, tap, tap.
I see my fish has decided to redecorate,
He's piling up the gravel,
Spitting it at the glass,
Tap, tap, tap.
Back and forth he swims,
Scoops up the rocks in his mouth,
Then piles them in the front of the aquarium,
Tap, tap, tap.
The mystery is solved,
So back to my book I go.
While in the background, 
My fish continues to redecorate,
Tap, tap, tap.

And for proof, here's a video of the mound of gravel he's got built up, while he's in action (unfortunately, when I get closer to the aquarium he stops, so this is taken from across the room and you can't hear the tapping):

Update: In my previous post, I detailed how I managed to burn my tongue with a molten marshmallow. The good news is, mouth injuries heal quickly. Today, there's almost no pain, but there's a slight loss of sensation where the taste buds were burnt. I suspect that in another week, I'll be on the path to forgetting I ever did this.