Poetry

The students in our poetry minor have been creating some beautiful writing, we'd like to share it with you:

The Changeling:

Dominic Chan

Kimmy the Changeling,

A Sparlking Diamond,

A fickle Diamond

It was Luke and Chris

Today's Jeff.

Who is on the list?

Could it be me?

Don't talk to her

said Luke

Forget her? I can't

said Chris

She's so pretty

said Jeff

Kimmy the Changeling

A Sparlking Diamond

A lonely Diamond.

Tug of war:

Martin Meier

One of 400 pulling a rope

2 schools fighting eachother

everyone was pulling the hardest

the rope broke

hands burning like fire

arms full of blood

fingers winging

the world started spinning

everything turned black

Someone grabbed me

and laid me down.

Linnea Frie: (untitled)

I can see a girl.

She is spinning.

Arms are held out for keeping balance.

At the first glance she looks happy.

So satisfied and calm. She is smiling.

Next time I look at the girl, I watch

her face more carefully.

The smile is stiff.

Her eyes are 'panicly' searching for

something

And aren't their tears sparlking on

her cheeks? Small, tiny, almost invisible.

Her fists are clenched. Her feet cannot

stop.

Or is it her shoes that are keeping

her spin?

With or Without you:

Alexy Prikhodchenko

A yellow bench,

A naked tree,

An ugly branch

That looks at me

Relaxing silence.

Shining day.

The house walls

keep my bay

I sit alone.

I don't mind.

A broken glass

Reflects the sunshine.

This bay. This rest.

It used to be for me and you

Here, now, without rest

I keep our rest

With or without you

Ana Corsini (Untitled)

Saw a kid

Four years old

Playing a ball

He could be crazy for someone

He screams, he runs, he just plays

He goes everywhere

Without a limit

Without a line to cross

That's freedom

That's childhood

Leonadro Calamandrei, (untitled)

About Midday, walking around

looking for words with better sound,

Uncertain, Confused

I turn my head

To listen, to feel...

The wind's gentle breath

THAT'S IT! I FOUND IT!

There's nothing to serach:

it's all inside

DEEP

inside my heart.

My poor country:

Luka Sekularac

Anger

Fear

Mistrust

Suspicion

A Burnt and Broken Land

...

But hope lives

To build again

Upon the ruins

My beautiful country.