The Mv Logos Two Poem Analysis

I grew up on a ship. Not a cruise ship, and not a houseboat or a yacht; the MV Logos II was a converted car ferry that sold books and did aid work around the world. My family moved aboard for four years when I was ten. It’s a singular experience; very few people can say they spent four years living on a ship, particularly from the ages of ten to fourteen. Those four years have been incredibly influential on me as a person and for years I’ve toyed with the idea of translating it into some written form. I am, after all, a writer. Much of my time here at Gallatin has been spent refining my understanding of story and the intricacies of plot. Writing a story about growing up on a ship would be the next logical step.
That, however, would be a disservice to my time on the ship. In reality, life aboard the Logos II was just that: life. Sure, there were bursts of excitement and drama, but for the most part it was routine. Go to school — yes, there was a small school aboard, complain about homework, spend time with the few other kids aboard, maybe do something related to where we were, and so on. Granted, the nature of the excitement was different from suburbia, but it was not a gripping tale
Poetry because I don't believe there is another written form more adept at concisely conveying emotions. Furthermore, writing a series of vignettes that, for the most part, are about everyday life lends itself better to the poetic form. William Carols Williams’ poetry, for example, is known for its minimalist imagery, bringing up a place and a feeling and inviting the reader to dwell there. That almost ephemeral nature of his poetry is a tone befitting of my time aboard the ship. Were it in prose, there would be a pressure for each remembered snapshot to have a proper beginning and an end, whereas poetry would allow me to jump right into the middle of the feeling and let me try to capture