Nowhere has to be somewhere
Or does somewhere have to be nowhere
This ran through my mind
As I walked the seemingly endless road
Where am I going
And where did I come from
I pondered the answer
And almost tripped on a stone
When will my journey end
When did my journey start
Have I been walking this path all along
Or how long have …
http://iblog.stjschool.org/kmarsh/2009/04/27/winter/
This is the link to a villanelle I wrote in my free time. I believe it is one of my best poems.
http://iblog.stjschool.org/kmarsh/2009/05/04/ivory/
This is the link to the poem on the assignment of Five Easy Pieces
http://iblog.stjschool.org/kmarsh/2009/05/04/nature/
This is the link to the poem from the assignment Getting at a Metaphor.
I found it very interesting to try and …
They fly through the air
Their heads held high
There is one who stands out above all the rest
Flying with her head hung low
The odd butterfly
Her wings are not as bright
Her antennas are not as long
Nothing is wrong with her
She just doesn’t match up
The odd butterfly
The group continues on
Leaving her behind
She just couldn’t keep up
But they just …
Her hands are small and delicate
Laughing she comes running over and pulls me with her hand
The rush of cold water is like a dose of reality
Do you miss him?
She looks up at me with a question in her eyes
Her hands are small and delicate
Ivory with a hint of pink
So soft and warm
Not a hint of color on her nails
Perfectly trimmed and shaped
She holds up her hand to count off the seconds
The flash is bright as her finger clicks the button
We all through sand up in the air, even her
Covering her face with her …
He is charming like a cat rubbing against my legs
He is creative like the trees growing in every single way
He is calming like a river while falling asleep
He is chilling like the wind blowing in my sleeves
He is as cunning as the flowers swaying in the breeze
He is innocent like a dove flying over the …
Walking through the darkness
It is silent in the house
Creeping along the floors
Not a squeak to be sound
Sly as a fox
Looking at her you see
Innocence meets the eye
Knowing her you see
Much more than meets the eye
Cunning as a fox
Achieving your potential
Always on the mind
Knowing the disappointment
Could be just around the corner
Sharp as a fox
Cheating is not …
Life is complicated, to say the least
It gets hard sometimes for me
If you take some time to think
I believe that you would agree
Life is complicated, to say the least
Make a cliff out of a mole hill
Find a haystack in a needle
A mother a face could only love
Wounding ones licks
Life is complicated, to say the least
Over the cliff I heard a voice
As tender as a mother’s heart
Over the cliff I heard a voice
The voice turned harsh
Cutting through the air
It was as sharp as a needle
The voice turned harsh
Every white cloud has a dark lining
Excellence is accompanied with lousy
Every white cloud has a dark lining
When the mice are away, the cat won’t play
Snuggled in their beds all day
When the mice are away, the cat won’t play
Do you hear a voice past the cliff
Listen past the wind, look past the fog
Do you hear a voice past the cliff
Not a cloud in the baby blue sky
My mother told me while opening …
