shiver.
step.
freezing.
drifting.
step.
frozen.
bitten.
step.
walk.
move.
go.
run.
leave.
hurry.
time.
gone.
fall.
back.
blue.
sky.
i.
must.
move.
move.
freeze.
shiver. step. freezing. drifting. step. frozen. bitten. step. walk. move. go. run. leave. hurry. time. gone. fall. back. blue. sky. i. must. move. move.
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Found Poem Using How Writers Work by Ralph Fletcher
Perched on the small black chair itching to write time to scratch that itch Dozens of notebooks waiting Take a pencil…… Begin Water and Weed a garden of words keeping pencil on paper No process- Free to find my own way Writing one word than another and another Feasting on words savoring the language Ideas pop and crackle through the air dancing giddily before settling onto the page Frantically scribbling shaping the text surrounded by words Creating, Soul dancing, I write Marabelle smith
My husband died in the great state of texas My childhood was not bad I had a good family. But it all went downhill when my husband died. The FBI agents said it was an accident but I knew it wasn’t true. He left on a train that day it was raining. The heavens must have known a great man would be leaving the earth. that day After my husband died I had no income, I was forced out of my home. I lived on the prairie so it was always hot, being poor on the prairie was not easy. All the money I had I spent on alcohol. The people from the town banned me. I moved to skid row to continue my life as an alcoholic. every chance I get to use a writing utensil I use it to draw my husband. She stood in the silence-
silence that overwhelmed her, silence that scared her, silence that worried her. She was soon regretting ever coming. Did she even want to be there? The silence was getting to her; she couldn’t handle it. Was this overwhelming silence worth it? Everything changed; there was a wave of sound. She stood where she was as the wave hit her. She had waited for this moment. Her heart was racing. She closed her eyes and let the sound in. The sound was surprising and exciting and amazing. The sound- the reason she had come- embraced her. It wrapped her in it’s arms. She felt free. The sound gave her that freedom. The sound stopped; it’s embrace left her. The silence had returned for her. She opened her eyes. Will the short moment of beauty been enough? Had it been enough for her? For now, it had to be. She would experience it again; she knew it that she would. |
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