Poem of the Day: 8 Jun 2005

cars honk
and beepers beep
and buildings topple

Maile S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#274)

Autumn is one of those days
Where everyone you see looks serene
And their faces turn from a crisp yellow
To a powered orange at the signs
Of dropping leaves.

Mikela S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#275)

My face will feel hot, and burning
like thick, humid smoke filling its pores.
I will most likely get some lump or form
stuck in my throat. And then it will rise,
like alka-seltzer, pushing and popping,
popping up around my eyes.
My eyes will feel itchy, like sawdust,
trapped up there, an irritating moist feeling.
I will probably touch my fingers to my face,
but knowing in fact this was just a physical fabrication.
I suppose I will look quite normal
except for the light gathering in the moisture.
But that is a normal symptom.

Grace D. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#276)