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I never liked knowing that words are limitless.
I always like to pretend
that stars that left particles in the air were nothing
more than tombstones lost to infinity
I never liked thinking that romanticism was the only type of poetry
You say that the two are
inseparable, but I always believed that a word
breathed deeper than a monarch
who sits on a tree
I never liked listening to modern love songs
You say that a bird’s song sounds a lot like
plastic bottles whistling through air conditioner vents,
I always thought that the shadow a pen made
on a page were like imprints on a aphasic moon,
and as lunar patterns became our gods
poetry should become like scripture onto
a city’s landscape.
By Andrew White, Houston Youth Poet Laureate, 12th grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Andrew White, Houston Youth Poet Laureate. The background music is “Hard Moon Light” by DJ.E_State. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1.