In Some Ways, Flowers (Magnoliophyta) Are Just like People (change poem)
Starts
As
Green
Nothing
Growing
Slowly
Growing
Spark
Of
Color
Through
The
Cover
Mask
Peels
Away
Opens
Opens
Fully
Bloom
Lovely
Ephemeral
Plucked
Stolen
Dry
Dried
Beautiful
Miniscule (circle poem)
Bug
In Grass
On Farm
Fence
Fields
Horizon
Air
Sky
Blue
Black
Vacuum
Universe
Galaxy
Star
Sun
Planet
Continent
City
House
Computer
Bug
Erik (transformation poem (yes, another one))
Erik speaks
To us
In German
Telling the Tale
Of Max and Moritz
Who grab the
Tree and
Shake all
The Junebugs out.
Erik
Turns the page
Shows us all
The pictures
Takes the Junebugs
Puts them
In the old man's
Bed so
He will wake up
And stomp them all
To death
Rufus (memory poem)
I remember
How they said
You were big on games.
Unbeatable,
Enthusiastic,
Always ready for
Another round.
I challenged you
To a game of quarto.
We played several times
And I beat you.
I offered to let
Someone else
Play you- you were good.
But you, seeming shaken
Said you'd only play the best,
Which I wasn't, but I kept quiet.
Years later we saw you again.
No quarto board in sight.
She said it may be the
Last time we saw you.
She was right
But if I ever see your ghost,
I'll be ready to play
Once more.
The Most Pointless Class (bitterness poem)
The only class
They make us take
All four years
Is the class
In which we learn
Nothing!
We read pointless books
When there are so many
Good ones
Out there.
Like they care.
We learn no new vocabulary.
We learn how to cite
A research paper...
The wrong way.
We learn to conform
To the stupid way
Of writing personal
Narratives, extinguishing
Any creativity.
In this class
Where we learn to write.