Poem of the Day: 6 Jun 2005

Everybody’s writing
Energy going through little tubes in your mind
Flowing like a river of dreams thoughts ideas
Some ideas connecting breaking re-continuing
All your ideas bursting and falling onto the page
Like fireworks exploding
Creative sparks jumping like toads.

Elizabeth P. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#266)

The puppet created and then soon after discarded,
Lying there cast away, the puppet stared at the ceiling, 
       dead.
But somebody picks up the puppet.
And then puppet dances resurrected. It continues
Its dance, pauses, and then starts again.

Reed B. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#267)

Summer dies and in its place the cold winds
of autumn strive to drive off the winter
freezing my lungs but keeping some warmth in the air.
September ends and the life returns to the trees
and plants to allow us one final show
of summer fireworks.

Justin H. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#268)