A KW Newbie's First Post
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:37 am
(Just real quick: I've been wandering around the web looking for a good writer's forum, and I think I'm settling here. I figure, with TCTC being our common thread this place probably has a lot going for it. What I've read here so far has made me think I'm right.
So, for my first contribution, here's a poem I've been working on the past week. It's not done, of course. I was thinking of titling it "Hell Fall" but that's just so gloomy and this is supposed to be a more lighthearted piece. Anyways, thanks in advance for reading this, and any thoughts you have on it!)
It’s a white world in the winter
That clean cold smell
Calm after the hell
Of falling in a riot flame
Screaming, baby birds leap,
Rusted school bells order
Still summer high kids about
Dirty echoing halls
Plates clank in the shelves
The wind is pissed
Whipping burning trees
Sending red-pained leaves lost like cinders
All the TVs warn
This could kill you but you can’t afford it
The clouds stay high,
Scared of the violent air.
When the rain does come, its spears
Silver knives sometimes still warm
From the frustrated lonely sun
Alone behind petrified boredom
Below, the grass gets sloppy
Giving up
Stomped under rush hour.
Lines now, cutting and bustling
Everyone’s going the same direction
And fighting about it
Dogs howl through sliding glass doors
At cars that screech,
Relearning wet concrete
Food is hurried
All the time has been spent
But lord knows there’s still energy
Everything is back from vacation
And hating real life.
Then the sun gives up like the grass and goes cool
Everyone stops, looks up
And feels the silence coming on
It’s startling
Even after the downpour fall of hell
White and ice stop everything
Wires crack and fall
And make all our metal boxes useless
We slip stinging if our pace picks up
Shops and schools close
For fear of sliding freefalls.
The world reminds its kids that it can turn this damn car around if you don’t all play nice.
Even the trees sag a little
Black bare embarrassment
And when it snows, if it does
The only legal expression is a smile
The warm drinks are passed out freely
We duck our heads and stay pleasant
Laughing and rolling and bundled up safe
And every year mama believes we’ve learned our lesson
She makes up with flowers and clean showers
And then lets us have our sun back for a while
So, for my first contribution, here's a poem I've been working on the past week. It's not done, of course. I was thinking of titling it "Hell Fall" but that's just so gloomy and this is supposed to be a more lighthearted piece. Anyways, thanks in advance for reading this, and any thoughts you have on it!)
It’s a white world in the winter
That clean cold smell
Calm after the hell
Of falling in a riot flame
Screaming, baby birds leap,
Rusted school bells order
Still summer high kids about
Dirty echoing halls
Plates clank in the shelves
The wind is pissed
Whipping burning trees
Sending red-pained leaves lost like cinders
All the TVs warn
This could kill you but you can’t afford it
The clouds stay high,
Scared of the violent air.
When the rain does come, its spears
Silver knives sometimes still warm
From the frustrated lonely sun
Alone behind petrified boredom
Below, the grass gets sloppy
Giving up
Stomped under rush hour.
Lines now, cutting and bustling
Everyone’s going the same direction
And fighting about it
Dogs howl through sliding glass doors
At cars that screech,
Relearning wet concrete
Food is hurried
All the time has been spent
But lord knows there’s still energy
Everything is back from vacation
And hating real life.
Then the sun gives up like the grass and goes cool
Everyone stops, looks up
And feels the silence coming on
It’s startling
Even after the downpour fall of hell
White and ice stop everything
Wires crack and fall
And make all our metal boxes useless
We slip stinging if our pace picks up
Shops and schools close
For fear of sliding freefalls.
The world reminds its kids that it can turn this damn car around if you don’t all play nice.
Even the trees sag a little
Black bare embarrassment
And when it snows, if it does
The only legal expression is a smile
The warm drinks are passed out freely
We duck our heads and stay pleasant
Laughing and rolling and bundled up safe
And every year mama believes we’ve learned our lesson
She makes up with flowers and clean showers
And then lets us have our sun back for a while