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With every deadline I am waiting until the last minute to submit whatever paperwork I am supposed to turn in and I'm feeling great anxiety over it. I've done this with college applications, graduation, and now poetry submissions.
I have just submitted three works of poetry and a black a white drawing as my entry to DeAnza's literary magazine, The Red Wheelbarrow. I had to write a formal cover letter for my entry as well. Here are the peoms that I have submitted:
Opossum
I am merely a youth
Yet, I have seen the mountain lions
Chase my sisters up a tree
Except for one who died slowly
Half eaten with the blood surrounding her
The markings on my neck
Tell the story of how a dog
Once chased me, attacking me
I escaped and ran for cover
Inside a log that was too small for that dog
However, it is the danger of
The lights
That causes more injury
To my kind
As I come down the mountain
In search of food, I see
The lights coming
Closer to me and I stand here
And now I lay here
In my pool of blood
Dying, confused, alone
A Frog Sestina
Hopping in the grass
Big one, little ones
Escaping my hands
I chase them
Hoping to capture
A big, green frog
Little frogs
Huddle underneath the grass
Uncaptured
I could see them
In my hands
My callused hands
Reach for a pair of frogs
Ready to touch them
As they sit still in the grass
They look like slimy ones
Anticipating their capture
Distracted, my eyes capture
A frog croaking near my hand -
It is a little one
Trying to attract another frog
Somewhere within the grass
And then I see them -
I see them,
And I capture
In the blades of grass
Your hands
Covered with frogs
I got one!
I thought I had one
Yet as I look at them
I realize that a big, green frog
Has captured
My hands
In the flattened grass
Darkness blends the frog with the grass
I can feel the frog on my hand
The big green frog - captured
Buddy
(My Chihuahua/Terrier dog)
The cold of winter lurks within my house
There is a chill that seeps into our bones
Upon the cat asleep there lay a mouse
As we all shiver close together, not alone
Upon the bed a blanket lay
That may into the night behold delight
I feel the warmth in me has gone away
As we cuddle in bed without a fight
The cats, the dogs, the mouse, and rabbit too,
Are quite the sight in bed all fast asleep
And quietly my head rests calm, I drool
Amongst them sleeping, stirring without a peep
Yet petting Buddy makes him snarl and growl
Into silence he bites me while dreaming of waterfowl.
Posted by Adriana Worley on 5/26/04; 5:39:31 PM
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