Poem of the Day: 25 Apr 2005

Right now the class is writing our first-ever
exercise in poetry workshop.
As I write I am trying to make my handwriting
reasonably legible.
A breeze is ruffling the leaves of a tree
just out the window.
A car is honking and people are yelling
down below.
Someone is brushing away eraser marks.
The clock is ticking as ten minutes winds down.
A girl is staring dreamily into nowhere.

Claire Z. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#98)

Dancing on the carpet at home,
I was here, home alone,
But then I heard a loud knock,
Much louder than a tick of the clock.
My feet walked me to the door
I was sure after this that I’d be poor.
So I reached for the handle,
I searched for a match and a candle,
My body was a bucketful of fear,
Anyway, who would dwell here?
            It was my dad.

Margaret A. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#99)

Marriage of the Metro to Manhattan in Las Vegas
Outside of Jane Adams High School
Bloomberg enlisted John O. Bennett
Permits that people got to 15 minutes to call
If their car was broken into
Vermont’s revolution started by
Café Carlyle in 1970’s
No one went to court because they paid
The city’s $44 billion
Arguing that 800 taxers were sacrificed.
    (Found in The New York Times, metro section, January 9, 2004)

Adam C. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#100)