Here is a flow of poems, a "walk by the booth" and "read some today" of new work. Thanks to all you poets out there! Keep the poems coming!
This poem by Maya Faulstich will be in a Telling Room Anthology, too! Congrats to Maya:
Give Up
Give up sitting dutifully at your desk.
There is a world beyond your papers piled miles high,
a world beyond the constant clickety-clack of everyone sitting, recording
numbers and meaningless words.
If you turned around for one short moment,
if you took one breath before you started again, your brow
furrowed at the ink,
if you paused to refresh your fingers madly clacking away,
you might notice the bird at your minuscule office window
trying to sing you a song.
If you took a moment to pull up the shade,
you might notice how the sun shines
and casts a radiant light across the floor.
You might notice how stunning the perfectly blue cloudless sky is
if you just opened the door.
Author’s Note: This poem is inspired by the first line of Ron Koertge’s “Do You Have Any
Advice for Those of Us Just Starting Out?
A SCHOOL DAY
From one realm to another, made of books, paper and desks
A flurry of people after every class
Teachers giving their lessons, carefully planned
Students waiting and longing for lunch
Running around every recess
It is the same yet different everyday.
A School Day.
by:
Vagni Das
Grade 6
Cam Miller submitted two short pieces (less can be more!):
Baby bear
Lying in the grass
On a hot Summer morning
Along the river bank
Belly full of salmon
Dad
Turning a wrench
Early in the morning
In a quiet shop
To get the truck up and running
...and Lachlan Dodge proves that found memes can be poems, too:
Roses are RED
Violets are BLUE
If you don't like Harry Potter puns,
Something's Siriusly Ron with YOU!
How's Mother Nature doing? Check out this poem by an 8th grader:
The Storm
By Elijah Olson
The rain like whips, lashing all in its reach,
The wind like demon with a furious screech,
Lightning, like brilliant fingers, striking the sky
A torrent of water and wind, a mile high,
Devastating those near blow after blow
An end to the onslaught they do not know,
The rain falls thick, heavy and fast,
Falling throughout the entire attack
Whipping around in a stupendous frenzy,
The amount of water leaves Poseidon with envy
Egged on by the wind, told to go and fight,
Each lash to the skin feels like knives.
The demon of wind, tearing the trees,
Laying ruin the home of bears and bees,
Its wings and limbs a solid force,
Violence abound with no known course
It screams in the night, a shrill evil laugh,
Finding humor in each shed smashed.
The lightning, for seconds, turns night to day,
Along with wind and rain it joins the fray,
Its brother thunder, booms with might,
Giving all who hear a terrible fright
Her fingers reaching through the sky,
All she touches burns and dies.
The rain like whips, lashing all in its reach,
The wind like demon with a furious screech,
Lightning, like brilliant fingers, striking the sky
A torrent of water and wind, a mile high,
Devastating those near blow after blow
An end to the onslaught they do not know.