Winter This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

March 17, 2008
Walking after school
I am struck by the shape of this branch against the bleak sky
shockingly stark and
gray and unrepentant;
Stabbing upwards
so violently – as some knife into a pillow
a sudden rip, and feathers rain down like cloud.
The moment stretches, taut –
(unexpected eternity on a sunless afternoon)
– snapped
as I smile and remember how to breathe

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Redemption65 said...
Dec. 9, 2008 at 9:21 pm
Ummm....the poem did not flow. Writing was meant to flow from sentence to sentence and the words should mold together to form a perfect sculpture. But I am deeply apologetic because your poem lost all respect because of its jagged wording. The poem is adequate. You need flow.
creziimimi replied...
Feb. 8, 2010 at 1:00 pm
Yeah, I see what your saying, I kinda agree, but I do believe it's a very good poem, I mean I like it, but I see what your saying, and I respect it, becasue I kinda agree. No offence to the author, but yeah, I like it, but Redemtion, your right.
spdyblitzdiana13 said...
Oct. 30, 2008 at 6:06 pm
this is a great poem!
JonathanDR said...
Oct. 22, 2008 at 6:59 pm
This is great. I love the phrase in parentheses, set off by the dash. The image of the feathers is wonderful. Please keep writing!
juicii j said...
Oct. 8, 2008 at 4:04 pm
i think it is very was very interesting and it had a very powerful inteclect.I really appreciated
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