Conversion Poem (Tues)



8 responses to “Conversion Poem (Tues)”

  1. Gabriella wants to work with
    kids with cancer
    But I don’t think
    I could come to bare
    I look at my students and feel a twinge
    As they have to
    come to age
    in this world

    I can’t stop thinking about when

    it

    will get me

    Maybe

    it

    will be

    Breast Cancer
    Gunshot Wound
    Childbirth Complications
    Ovarian Cancer
    Car Accident
    A Famine
    Guaranteed War

    Or the world burning up to a crisp

    Why? Why! Theories:

    Greed
    Hatred
    Power Hungry
    Rage

    ???

    I can’t stop thinking about when
    not if
    And I can’t figure out just why
    As I see the fresh faces of my students

  2. Walk in the classroom
    Poker face
    Dread
    Set down bag, tactically
    Open it, tactically
    Smile, tactically
    The sheet is in there
    Make sure no one suspects
    They shouldn’t
    If your heart is racing
    If your chest is pounding
    If your arms are shivering
    If you have goosebumps everywhere
    If you have to make yourself smile
    Beginner nerves
    Teacher will come around with the test
    Dread
    But deep breaths
    You will do fine
    You may feel terrible afterwards
    And you always will
    But don’t overthink it
    And just don’t overthink it

  3. We said forever, yet you are gone somewhere, now, I don’t know.
    I remember hearing that you were in Florida, but maybe you moved again.
    I came across the half heart that you gave me, the cursive letters spelling out “forever.”
    I remember when we stayed up at night whispering, “forever.”
    I remember climbing trees and screaming “forever.”
    I remember swinging from monkey bars wearing monkey bar shorts falling, “forever.”
    The necklace, glittery, cheap, and poorly made yet a sign of luxury only a few can hope to have.
    Maybe you have it tucked away in a box somewhere and you think “forever” what a joke.
    You never received my letter and a fish is reading “I miss you” down is the sea.
    Roly poly’s safe from us now, we aren’t there to unearth them.
    Butterflies safe from us because we no longer chase them.
    I remember I wonder if you remember me.
    Forever is forever in my mind
    Maybe someday, each other, we will find.

  4. Stop and Wonder
    What colors drip
    D
    R
    I
    P
    D
    R
    I
    P
    Down the cold
    D
    R
    I
    P
    Canvas and Wonder
    What it is like
    To Stop

  5. When I left for College
    I truly forgot how much
    Boys grow.
    Before I had gone
    I would stand by brother
    And his head would barely
    Come up to the top of my
    Shoulder.
    Now,
    Just six months later
    I have come back to find
    My once little brother
    Just a mere inch shorter than me.
    His voice had changed
    From the squeaky
    Higher pitched tune
    It once was, to a low
    Rumbling. He slowly
    Was growing a fuzz-stache
    On the top of his lip.
    My little brother
    Had suddenly sprouted
    Into a young man.
    I think to myself sometimes,
    And realize how much I miss
    Little him.

  6. I was probably
    staring at you.
    There’s a good chance I was
    watching you Maybe your
    e y e s
    met mine
    and maybe I held your gaze because I was
    d
    r u
    n
    k
    and maybe youheldmine
    because you are
    BRAVE.
    Or maybe I just watched you
    and < thought
    about what would happen if
    youreyesmetmine.

  7. Greed and guilt.
    Should we create a future?
    A generation to fix what we can’t.
    Or is that unfair?
    Is it wrong to want children?
    No one chooses to be born.
    Is it a want born from greed?
    Will guilt inevitably ensue?

    Greed and g____.
    Should we create a future for:
    Our children that we should maybe not have
    A generation different from our own who we expect to fix what we cannot
    Other
    Is it even our choice at all
    Is it within our control
    Guilt will inevitably ensue

  8. Grandma gave us a bowl of parsnips
    Then lemons
    Then peaches
    Then rum

    R o c k i n g us back and forth in her chair
    Whispering sweet every things in our ears
    With her hard caramel breathe

    We had cinnamon l-i-n-e-d porridge for breakfast that morning
    With a •dollop• of honey gracing the center

    With full bellies dashing through the garden
    Dandelions and soft blades tickle our feet
    The smell of hot cocoa drraagggss us to our porch seats

    Listening to grandma’s hums and dancing honeybees
    Looking beyond the sugar maple trees
    Laughing on our rotten wooden seats
    Cherishing these little memories

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