When I was a child in Bellaire
Just eleven years old
I remember how I used to sit on my old,
Yellow pillow in my tiny room
Just after the house went quiet with anger
And watch the world go by.
I could see all the cars passing,
All the people with their kids strolling the street
The horizon eating up the beautiful sunset colors.
Through the circle of my window
I felt peace.
pauline
I like the way the lines break unevenly . The form of your poem follows your thought, emphasizing your meaning.
my favorite line is: “The horizon eating up the beautiful sunset colors.”
Jo
WOW!
paisley
these kids blow me away.. what insight.. what power in those words….
Tumblewords
Very nice!
...deb
You know, I usually get confused by the children’s ages. This time I am astounded at the adult voice, that the wrier is only in 5th grade. Recalling the time when they were 11. Astounding. And sad.
Jessica
Lovely! I especially like the house going quiet with anger and the horizon eating the sunset colors.
gautami tripathy
I really love to read those poems by the kids. You are doing a great job of posting those for us.
It gives me so much insight into a child’s mind.
Linda Jacobs
I love the line, “Just after the house went quiet with anger.” I can “hear” that silence! Excellent job! ~Linda