Wednesday 13th, #3

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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.


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Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions,, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1.

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