Poetic Irony

So, as an author I have a distinct disability. I'm a poetic failure. But, in a class of young adult fiction haters [though I'm starting to see a little more support as we get used to each other] I've decided poetry....regrettably or not, is my best option. Samples to follow.

Moving Day

The walls are blank and white-washed

We're staring at the paint

Both afraid to start with color,

To change the old house ways.

The old wood floors are lovely

But the plain walls have to go

We'll need to start with something, though

To make this old house grow.

So let's pick up the brushes

And paint away our day,

We'll streak the walls in memories

And mark the doorframes in dates.

We'll make this old house echo joy

Louder than before

We'll start with these white walls tonight

And tomorrow we'll do some more.

--Emily Laesser