Pond

Posted April 19, 2012 & filed under Poem of the Day.

–Inspired by the Cy Twombly Gallery

Cy Twombly "Untitled Parts III and IV" 1988

I feel the sorrow going through my veins

as I jump into the pond.

I sink, the crystal clear tree

reflecting in the lake.

I fall with my joyless life,

sink and sink into the green.

I land on a fish. We

swim into an underwater land.

My sorrowful face turns

joyful, like finding a smiling pot of gold.

There is no hole in my heart anymore;

gray rainy clouds suddenly break

into blue, a gold flaming sun.

by Malia, 4th grade

Click the link (above) to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Jasmin Rubio, a 4th grader from Parker Elementary in Houston.
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This poem is featured as part of the 2012 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.

The Pond Speaks

Posted September 3, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

The great thing
is not having a
mind. You know
I do not
have a mouth, but
the truth is, I
am speaking now.
Do you
ever permit yourself
to swim in my water?
If you like
to swim in me,
the pond,
I would like
to talk with you.
I like to see bugs
because
I like frogs.
They like to hop over me
to eat
on lilypads.
I smell food sometimes
because human beings
like to camp
all around me,
and I get to talk
with all of them;
whisper all the time

when they come.

by Katherine, 4th grade

Ode to a Pond

Posted August 21, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Ode to the
wise old turtles
with their dark
red stripes, ducking
their heads; to the
green tadpoles wiggling
their see-through tails,
trying to swim;
to the bright orange
fish, splashing away
from the fluffy baby
ducks, cute and curious.
Their feathers white
as snow floating to
the ground as they
eat fuzzy green moss.

By Kat, 5th grade
[photo by sweetpea11215 via flickr]