College Poetry
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Moving On
Rhythmic Poetry-For Poetry Workshop Class. “Moving On” 1-29-02 Cobblestones near the wood-stove Were often houses and roads For the sisters’ matchbox cars During stormy summer nights When their game was make-believe. They made elevators of Sheets for stuffed dogs and dolls on Stairs where little sister’s head Got caught in the banisters. Momma’s butter stopped her tears. The circle driveway became Never ending when their bikes Were not locked in the garage. Traffic accidents ended Then with only bleeding knees. Three sisters help pack boxes. They can’t pack the cobblestones, Or the staircase where they played. But nothing is forgotten, Because all homes have old dreams. I was always grateful…
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There
I wrote this for an Expanded Imagist Poetry assignment for my Creative Writing class my sophomore year in college. I turned in the pencil drawing for a Drawing Studio class in 2000. “There” 8-30-00 On cold concrete steps long abandoned like the building behind, she told him her biggest fear, which he helped cease, and made her smile. She wondered how many had fallen in love there, with the rough, red bricks scraping their backs. He thought about how many in the past had sex there, (as they did) with the sharp, rusty guard rails in the way. He drew lines in the clay to make her think while they discussed his…
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Haunted Winter
“Haunted Winter” 11-3-99 The winter breeze drifts in and out of my life like a ghost, that of someone who haunts only to be seen. I often wonder how long I have taken its presence for granted. Whispered secrets echo like thunder in the cold night air, longing for laughter as well as comfort. Only in children can innocence remain warm and peaceful. Darkness hides the snow-covered paths of day, enough to make wanderers of us all. Yesterday’s mistakes can be forgiven for memory’s sake. Ice embraces the trees to enclose true beauty and love, vacant to those with frozen hearts. Strength can crystallize but still shatter under stress. Each…
