Ok, so i'm actually SUPPOSED to be doing homework now... but who cares! even if i can't do it tomorrow since i'm going scuba diving... BAH WHO CARES?!?!?!
ok, some random poem i decided to write. please comment. nicely.
Spring is the happy season, or so they say
Leaves unfurl, buds cover trees and bushes
Tulips poke their heads out of the soil to greet the day
The wind pulses, bringing April showers
Rain makes the earth smell clean
Cloud’s tears feed the May flowers
Creatures stir in their winter sleep,
Stretch, rub their eyes, and do as tulips do
Coats are put away, shorts and tank tops taken out
Of their closet, aired out on the clothes line
Only to get rained on, and stay out for the day
Summer arrives, the hot-and-sticky months
June comes, school's over,
Children run and play outside in the humid warmth
Everyone goes barefoot on the heat-cracked ground
Get bored of outside, sit in the shade and
Fan themselves with their magazines.
Or sit inside, in the air-conditioned-cool
And play video games or watch TV.
Some go on the computer, e-mail and myspace
Go on vacations, and wish for home
Summers over, Autumn arrives
Decked out in her ceremonial scarlet-and-gold
Coolness comes, a welcome relief from summers heat
Leaves, born in Spring, fall to the earth
Only to be raked up into piles and jumped in
Rosy cheeks and apples appear, conforming with the color scheme
School starts again, a new set of rules, a new social jungle
The smell of new books and fresh-sharpened pencils
Paper, warm from the printer, pressed against a cheek
Coats taken out again, light jackets over t-shirts
Jeans and sneakers unearthed, optimists wear shorts and flip-flops
Winter, in stormy grey and snow white, supplants Autumn
Brings cold breezes and chapped lips
Dry cold, the yang to yin’s moist summer heat
Ushers heavy coats and skis out.
artificial snow lends wings to mortals
Real snow comes, in flurries and storms
Arrives in the cold-dark night, vanishes in the suns meager heat by morning
Snow people, snow creatures, snowflakes melting on the tongue
Catching in hair and eyelashes, coupling rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes
The wind blows all the snow away, the warm has returned.
Spring has come again.
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12 years ago
1 comment:
nice poem. so, again, what ARE your and sonar's jobs? and how do echo and radar get money?
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