This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Time
Time
Lasts so long
Makes the young old, enfeebles us
Drags us out and trys us
Passes so quickly
Makes us wise, now we appreciate life
Take these short moments and stretch them out in our memories
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
Streams of light through the curtains
The warm air
Children playing outside
The brush of paper beneath my hand
The tang of paint upon my tongue
The studio is my haven for art
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in 2010.
Books
Books
Pages dusty, spines worn, well-used and well loved
Open into new worlds and ideas
Teachers eternal, so fragile, yet able to outlast us.
Stacked mile high
On shelves and desks
Hiding my floor in a carpet of knowledge.
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
August
August
plows in with gusto.
Loses momentum,
drags along in the heat.
Drives us into the pool
into air-conditioned buildings
Waiting for the night
as refuge from the sun.
In a flurry of wind it leaves
We miss it.
Not the heat, but the freedom
outside of the air-conditioned school.
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Rain
Rain
Rain comes in whispering like the flutter of wings
Washes the streets and grass in precipitation
In rolling waves of ever falling water
Slowly building in intensity, building speed as it plunges from the sky
Then flies away with the grace of time
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Echo
Echo
Loud, faint
Talk, listen, continue
Longing, lonely, hopeful, waiting
Repeat
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
What If I Could Paint?
What if I could paint a picture
I might capture someone’s heart
What if I set my pencil to paper
I could create a work of art
What if the image could change the world
I would look at the world around me for a place to start
Do you like this picture?
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2012.
Dreaming
Sleeping, dreaming, wishing
The night
Slowly
Passes
Into a new day
This Poem was written in December of 2010.
Strength
Strength of limb, of muscle and bone.
Strength of mind, of will and thought.
Strength of reflex, of speed and agility.
Strength of heart, of feeling and passion.
So many kinds of strength.
Power to command, a position of authority.
Power of a storm, blinding electricity.
Power of magic, whispered words and incantations.
Power of will, resisting persuasion.
So many kinds of power.
Love between friends, since childhood, met today.
Love of a couple, bonded for life.
Love in a family, blood relation or not.
Love above all that we can do.
Strong love is its own power.
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Power
Weakness
Fragile, broken
Failing, falling, despairing
Loss, grief, acceptance, passion
Standing, fighting, loving
Strong, beautiful
Power
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