The Weather, a Poem in 4 Stanzas

SNOW

Resonating with my mood is snow

White wet sometimes gold is snow

The next day so bright

Not too warm,

Resonating with my mood.

I never want to go to sleep

RAIN

Dig a hole and dive in,

It’s grey outside but dark within

It heats inside my soul

Please rain go away, go away, go away

SUN

What else can I say

But YAY!!!!!

(Hooray?)

CLOUDY

Grey oh grey I am

Neither happy nor sad

Content? I don’t think so.

Inside my soul, I am snow, rain and the sun

All at once—

Makes me grey

And

Dry.

Fragmented Me: Poetry from the Consortium

The Topic of this year's National Poetry Consortium was The complexity of Identity

Vegetarian

Broccoli Brain
Spinach soul
Picasso-shaped
melon hole.
I am a steak cut into little pieces,
medium rare, if you please


Broken parts

Oh the pain,
broken parts strewn aside--happy baby proud.
ashamed throbbing loud--
Oh the pain,
complexity's a drain.
I am a silent airplane.


Picasso Woman Walking


Oh Pablo, I am your lover
My arm through your nose
My legs around your toes
I am as fragmented as your figures.
Square.  Circle. Square.
Oh Pablo, you know me well.
If only you weren't in hell.

(Nb. The consortium poems do not in any way reflect the opinion of the management.  Sometimes hell rhymes with well.)