Week 111- (Feb 6th-13th) Poems--- Topic: One DONE!

[Caitlan]

One Week
By: Kat




I want to climb a mountain
Feel the wind whip through my hair
I want to dive under the ocean
And see what the sea has to share

I want to trek across the world
Expirience every kind of life
I want to explore my home town
See what I would have without this strife

I want to find true love
Want to be their only captive
I want to do all these things
But I only have one week to live

[Caitlan]

Thanks Al :D

I really like yours. Short, and to the point :D

[M]

Kat, I didn’t expect that last line! The speaker in this poem will certainly have a lot of exhilarating things to cram into a week.

Alex, my favorite lines are “To keep a word or forever lie. / To laugh it off or make her cry.”


A Temperamental Rain

That she was the one
he knew because of the way
it was raining--
a temperamental rain
that showed no signs of letting up,
in a day
whose dishwater light
was a wavering ghost
on the varnish of the piano
as water dripping
from the leaf-choked gutters
cast faint, moving shadows
on the walls,
as of minor chords
and measures of wandering notes.

It rained
in convolute,
unresolving passages.

The girl at the bank
gave him an inadvertent,
interested look,
and at the board meeting
he spoke with a resigned ease
that dissolved
the worry in the room,
for all day it had seemed
as if someone were playing,
with beautiful fingers,
the strange music
morning light had spattered
on the walls.

[M]

Thanks, Alex. I patched on it a little, but water’s coming in faster than I can bail. This one’s a loser. It’s going down with all hands.

[M]

Thank you, Alex! Your comment brightened my whole afternoon. What have you been practicing on the piano, that it’s taking a beating?

[M]

When it comes to playing the piano, cats tend to like crashing chords.

[Caitlan]

XD

[Hanzleberry]

Moose likes chaos, and I swear that cat has an addiction to being yelled at. Grrrrs.

[Caitlan]

lol. That's a horrible addiction to have XD

[Hanzleberry]

Lol. I think he just likes the attention.

[Caitlan]

Prolly. I used to have cats that would just curl up on your chest and sleep on you.

[Edward]

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