Category: object description

Adair Treadway // UNDERNEATH THE LAYERS OF A POEM

Words flow across the page like a jet plane in the sky,
leaving behind a trail of wispy clues.
It does not stick like a car in the mud,
unable to move.
What’s on the other side of a cloudy sky?

One relishing bite
into the delicious peel of a red apple
reveals the white underneath
Leave it like an iceberg;
don’t let them below the surface
into the deep.
Lock the door.
Hide the key. What’s on the other side of a cloudy sky?

Dress it up nice
like its winning awards on the red carpet stage.
Let the bubbles fizz out,
until only few are left.
Unpopped.
Soak in the sound of the symphony as it serenades you.
Water it,
watch it grow
What’s on the other side of a cloudy sky?
That’s for you to decide

Julia Carreras // NATURE’S ROLE MODEL

So generous, the apple tree,
Giving up your prized possessions.
We take them all like stolen children.
Fall. Pick your own.
Thousands of apples growing from your arms.
Climbing, hanging, pulling, picking, eating,
Sometimes just one bite.
Clunk. Another tossed to the ground.
Discarded jewels, breaking your heart.
We are so ​judgmental​, always critiquing your work;
Too tart, not crisp, nor perfectly symmetrical.
Yet you are so forgiving,
Creating gems again and again.
Every September.

Campbell Kemp // BIRD

This caged bird knows little of a free life,
Will never feel the touch of a branch,
Will never see the sun set past the trees that should be its home.
Her green, red, and blue feathers vibrant under the light,
But forgotten,
Perched for an eternity,
Longing for a world she knows nothing of,
The swaying of her swing mimics the air that should rush through her wings,
She remains prisoner, held for amusement.
Her only friend… her own reflection,
But the mirror doesn’t speak,
Or sing the tunes of the wild,
So she calls out,
Hopelessly,
Waiting for some sort of response,
But the room remains silent

Benjamin Tibbetts // REMEMBER

Remember.
Remember the verdant needles
Of the proud pines, standing tall
Remember the warm air
Whispering through their full branches
Remember the cloudless azure sky
The sun illuminating the glittering water
That trickles merrily over smooth pebbles
To disappear beyond a tall, mossy rock
Remember.

Now the chill wind shivers through the
Bare bonelike branches
That point like accusing fingers towards a
Sullen sky gray with clouds
The stream is frozen,
a crude and stagnant
Mimicry of its former life
I shuffle through dead, decaying leaves
Blissfully ignorant of the bitter, biting wind
Remembering.

Mehdi Zidar // ADDICTION IN OUR LIVES

This double edged sword seems to
Control our lives,
All that we chose to put into it
Seems to never be forgotten !

We all feel an attachment to it,
A connection that can not be broken…
It’s noises and alerts keep us up at night
And the bright screen seems to always
Keep us Mesmerized.

Yuanhui Zhang // STRANGER

I took out a piece of paper
Carefully put it on the table.
Write my real name down carefully.
The time people call this is numerable.

I grabbed my old coat from cabinet
It was hanging neatly
had the accent from my hometown
I tried to take a walk
Try to detect the world that was unknown

Water drops are hanging on the grass.
My coat became wet.
I looked at myself in the shadow.
I was still struggling yet.

The roses hold tightly with each other
They do not know the scene outside their ground.
A dandelion was travelling alone from somewhere
I will hold her in my hand.

I put her nicely in my pocket
Give warmness to this loner
She must miss the soil that she grow up
We are both foreigner.

Someone has different appearance with me
Smiled at me and say hi
I am used to this culture and language

Darragh M. // COOKIE

The stinging smell of coffee beans surround us
We wait in line to pay

The chocolate chip cookie sits in it’s glass jar,
Untouched, full of sugary goodness.

I beg and plead, but my mother won’t budge

All I ask is for this one cookie.
It has been a hard day

This cookie is the holy grail
And my quest is to retrieve it
I want this cookie more than anything else at that moment.

But she doesn’t want to hear it.

A dark gloomy rain cloud appeared over my head,
Rain running down my face

Sohail Mohammed // WARM COLORS

I ask people to take in all the intoxicating smells
And hear the wind whistle like a flute
Or admire the satisfying colors that nature has painted

Hear the birds and squirrels, singing and playing
Leaves crunching beneath their feet

Feel their hearts listening in peace
And eyes satisfied with the beauty

Only to realize that the tree has no more life
Hearing the leaves crunch beneath their feet
Slowing deteriorating to nothingness.

Inviting the air that brings along a cold death
Slowly freezing all the lakes and ponds
Everything comes to an end

Nicholas Favazzo // VENDING MACHINE

A1                                A2                         A3

What’s next?

I am not in the business of placing bets

But C5 has been selling so fast, be hasty

And F3 is looking ever so tasty

And for the customer looking for more

I head D2 has cookies galore

But if it were me choosing, I have a hunch,

If I had a penchant for a tasty munch,

I would look past the chips and treats,

For I have no interest in sugary sweets,

I would go right past the old vendor itself

And grab a fresh apple from my own shelf

Jennifer Li // LIGHT

Light is a wavelength of radiant energy,
The flicker of a lamp within sightless night,
A flashing streak of brilliance followed by the grumbling of the  sky,
The glowing of coal which bursts into flame.

Light is a gleam of white sun upon a frozen lake,
A glinting reflection suspended in ice from a frozen rooftop,
A droplet of water slipping shyly down a freckled window,
The sharp crack of crystal upon pavement.

Light is a brilliant blue sky,
A delicate red rose bathing in winter sun,
A crumbling orange leaf forgotten from the month before,
A shuffling indigo boot through flakes of white.

Light is a weightless feather carried by wind,
A fluttering winter bird gliding through whispering air,
A green balloon lazily adrift in winter sky,
A delicate snowflake in search of earth.

Light is dead weight lifted from the mind,
The touch of fingers dancing across a piano,
The gentle hand of a friend resting on your shoulder,
A small joke shared between friends.

Light is what you make of it.