Poem of the Day: 19 May 2005

Writing, a pencil on paper,
thoughts running through my mind.
Cars driving by on the street below,
The moving of the little second hand on the clock,
The inaudible tapping of uneven desks
hitting the floor,
Fingers jotting down ideas.
A small breeze blows through the room,
A jingle of a bracelet reaches my ear:
It’s time to go.

India E. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#194)

cars zoom by
as stout
shopkeepers
hurry to their
stores

Ari E. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#195)

A song rings through a church
People’s energy rising
Dancing in the chair
Letting go of all fury
Listening to the sweet voice
Bells ringing
Closing doors
And returning back to life.

Julian S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#196)