Creative Corner, November 4
Here's a Creative Corner round-up of three poems.
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Alone
Santiago Botero
Like a wandering animal,
alone in a concrete jungle so admirable,
striving to be adaptable,
trying to become acceptable,
noise...
Apologies
Listen
with tears carving lines down our faces
we are saying sorry
we are watching rocks fall down cliffs
we are kneeling under a cross with our sins...
Surfacing
Glittering, shining, a promise, a hope
The sunlight of a new dawn, new
day, new startings
Bathing me in light, in serenity,
numbing peace
Washing and cleaning of all...
A silent shattering
The tinkle of a broken glass hangs in the air
Long after it’s smashed, damaged and broken
The yelling, the screaming, all the fake gleaming
Were given...
Beautiful Things
The phone call comes at 2 a.m. in the morning on Tuesday
as I’m tucked in bed, not knowing the tears I’d soon shed...
to tell...
Waves of Change
“Set the anchor down here,” Lucky’s voice called across the windswept deck of the galleon to the faces of her crew and friends below....
La Petite Mort
Sit in the swirling silence;
the darkness breathes across my skin.
The moonlight paints the world in silver,
All the stars you see are dead.
The air contains...
Of Scarves and Snow Days
I nestled into the depression I made in the snow bank by the side of the road, knees pulled up to my chest as...
Mararia!
The sisters Arcelli, Mely, Dely, and Letty scamper around the dingy, damp, dark house. Letty, youngest at four years old, crawls to the bedside...
The Ruin Men
Little shadow man
rubbing shadow arms
back and forth and back
and forth
Powder trails flying
in breeze that’s blowing
through the ruined church.
Grinding down
the world
to dust
Before Elections
’Twas the week before elections, when all across the campus
not a student was caring, not even a frosh.
The posters were hung on the wall...
Part Two
There is a beauty in the way we lie to ourselves,
constantly enamored by the truth and all of its implications,
yet still (desperately) trying to...