Poem of the Day: 5 Apr 2005

A tree leans precariously or I might be dizzy
Twirling in a swirl of my past emotions
While a tree shedded happy and sad
Like some bipolar patient on meds.
He screamed and he laughed and an apple appeared
Bite by bite it will run away
I tried to eat it but it shriveled up and died.
A blossom of guilt sprouted through the cranium flesh
Of a manic maple
A pile or maybe mountain
Of bad dreams
Derouting the claws
That grab sharply at the dead dirt
It fights to stand up straight
Or I might be sane.

Grace D. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#17)