This poem was written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
What a Book Thinks
I wonder what a book thinks?
I suppose it feels important
Containing knowledge, never forgetting.
Are there any books that wish they were printed differently?
A biography longing to be a fantasy novel?
Or maybe they’re just happy to have their own story
Maybe they listen to each other
Share their own stories
And stand together, packed on a shelf.
This poem was written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
(This assignment was to write about someone else.)
It’s a(n almost) thankless job
Today my mother will get up
eat breakfast
go to work
write a manual
deal with programmers
eat lunch
answer questions
drive back home
write for class
drive back out
pick up kids
come back home
make dinner
write some more
and go to sleep.
And tomorrow she will get up and do it all again.
She asks for no more, gives no less
and will do it all again and again
because before she went to bed
her daughter hugged her
and said, “I love you mom”
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
One Window
One window is all I need
To climb out of
take off across the grounds
to the winding road
then spread my wings
and fly
from that one open window.
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
Someday…
Someday I will paint a picture
so beautiful it will make you cry.
Someday I will sing a song
that makes you feel like you can fly.
Someday I will will design
something everyone can use.
Someday I will win the game
or be good sport when I lose.
Somday I will comfort someone
hold them close as they weep.
Someday I will change the world
and then I will lay down to sleep.
Originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
Music
Put on the headphones
Crank the volume, sing along,
Dancing to the beat
Music filling my head with
Emotions of someone else
Originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
Grey Skies
Wishing for
A lighter, clearer tomorrow
Away from clouds
Under a bluer sky.
Michigan winter is grey.
Originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Candle
Candle in the dark
Stands against the night terrors
The last defense burns
Originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Twilight
The darkening sky
gives way to stars, pinprick lights
and moonlit dreamings
These poems were originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
And before you ask, no I don’t know who/what Bull Durham is. Google it.
Credo 1
I believe in ability to choose
the desire to lose
the thought and the mind
and in the heart most kind.
But our fate isn’t decided
And no story is one-sided
I believe we make our fate
I believe we can love and hate
I believe its our decision
To meet hate not with derision
But with a calm and lasting peace
And I believe one day hate will cease.
Credo 2
I believe in the ability to choose,
the power of the mind,
the strength of love,
the need for peace.
But we need not put each other down.
I believe in the creativity that will keep us alive
I believe in the consequences of the choices we make
I believe in the strength we can lend each other.
And I believe that no matter how independent we may seem, we still need the presence of another human being.
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
This one I think was written for my friend who was leaving for Korea for six months.
Know This, Friend
Before you go
Know that I’ll miss you
Know that I love you, my friend
Know that I’ll always be there
Before you go
Know that I’ll be here
Know that I’ll listen
Know that no matter what, I care
Before you go
Know that I’ll go too
Know that I’ll leave someday
Know that I’ll be out there somewhere
And after you go
Know that you can come back
For a day, an hour, or just words on the phone
Know that your friend is always there.
Skylark Landing 