Poem one:
Coming in,
Breathing out,
Wondering.
Darkness floods
through
and around every
corner.
Along
with the dark,
haziness, comes
a memory.
Or two,
a few.
Glimpses of
my past.
Staring out
a window,
I am wondering.
As I walk away,
my memories go,
wandering,
drifting,
then they
just slip
out
the window.
Poem two:
A strip of purple.
Titled: The Logan School
On top of windows,
Above doors.
In front of the
building
that is
forever
etched
in
memory.
A tree,
splintering
up, against
the
hard,
grey
sky.
Sounds Scary,
It is.
It is scary
because
I have spent
my whole life
with this
building.
And yet,
some hallways are
unfamiliar.
Only because
it has been
years
since I walked through
them.
Sitting on the grass,
looking back.
To that one
single
strip of
purple.
Purple the color of
one single drop
of grape.
How can
a strip
of purple
know me?
How has it been
able
to see me
grow?
From the first day,
until...
now, here
sitting,
looking back
to a strip of
purple metal.
This is great Sofie! I like poem two.
ReplyDeleteI like them both, and especially your description of the bent piece of purple metal. Nice job Sofie!
ReplyDeleteI really like poem two, it really explains the meaning of the word logan. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteI love your word choice, and how you tie each poem together at the end. I love that last line of your first poem!
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