Poetry

"The Watcher on Fire" by Simon Matulef

Poetry by Marley Boss

Poetry is playing the heartstring like a harp

The melody transferred onto paper as white as snow.

My words are like building blocks,

Creating palaces and towers,

I can stand on,

Some tumble down as soon as the words flow out of my mouth,

Some stand tall towering over.

The wind carries poetry

It dances in the wind

It falls delicately like a leaf falling from a tree.

It splashes like raindrops hitting the grass.

It runs like a child playing tag laughing happily,

The girl who sits in the back of the class carries poetry,

The boy always hiding his face carries poetry.

Poetry is lost in a maze of your mind.

Trying to find their way out,

Poetry is in everything.