The Daily Poetry Club

3 Poems

1. Russell says:

   January 4, 2010 at 10:53 am

   fulfillment of childhood dreams

   we gather here today
   in memory of a man
   who gave us this
   miraculous machine

   it is really too bad
   he had to go over
   and turn himself
   into a dinosaur

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2. Tristan says:

   January 4, 2010 at 4:20 pm

   The Beginning of Something Great and Terrible

   We arrived in a blizzard,
   exactly one half of a
   globe away from where we started.
   We could have kept going west,
   or turned around and gone back east;
   either way would have taken us closer
   to a home none of us wanted any more.

   I saw you get stopped by a
   man who worked at the airport.
   You talked for a long time,
   you gave him money, and we kept walking.
   I think mom cried.

   A couple days later, mom was still crying,
   and I had joined her.
   Everything was too dark for her,
   too unfamiliar for me.
   I don’t remember what you said,
   but I remember that it wasn’t comforting.

   Mom and I left six months later, and
   I’ve been wanting it back ever since.
   Everything I’ve been looking for
   is a fragmentation of that time.
   I’ve been trying to pick up a piece
   here in the mountains, or there in the desert,
   or scoop up an armful in languages
   that are just as beautiful, just as harsh,
   just as mysterious.

   I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you.

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3. Sorgie says:

   January 4, 2010 at 5:28 pm

   As Close to an Autobiography as I am Willing to Write

   Two roller skates
   not blades – but skates
   proper ones, with four wheels
   and shaped like sandals instead of sneakers
   yellow, blue, orange
   plastic

   I never learned how to use them
   just shuffled over the carpet around my room
   and kept them in the closet
   to wait until the day I was brave enough
   and took them outside

   two dandelions, fresh picked
   one for each shoe
   I left them there overnight
   (for safekeeping)
   but in the morning they were shriveled
   small, brown, crunchy
   and not dandelions anymore

   I never really learned to skate
   but I still like dandelions

   P.S. First entry – I figured I’d better start writing before too much later. Hiya and happy new year!

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