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March 2019

Crows And Swallows

The first poem I read was The Night is Too Perfect. The poem details a perfect night, followed by the next morning when he will have to clean up after himself, reminding him of the enjoyment of the previous night. I can strongly relate to this. My family hosts Christmas Eve every year, and we absolutely love to do it, but the next morning we have to clean all the dishes and are reminded of the fun night we had. The second poem I read was I wonder if this rain I enjoyed this poem because it looked on the bright side of an otherwise melancholy day. It sees rain not as a sad thing, but as a cleansing and preparing for a new day. The last poem I read was The fire still smolders. I especially enjoyed this poem because it reminded me of quiet nights with no one to accompany me but the crackling of a fire. It goes into amazing detail that I could only dream of achieving in my poetry. I really like Emily Dickinson’s style of poetry and I am excited to try it out.

if every word was a note

and every sentence a chord 

if every paragraph was a song

and every essay an album

if every poem was a flower

and every sonnet a garden

if every sentence rule and comma guideline 

was a brush stroke—

maybe you’d understand art


I enjoyed making this poem because I was trying to convey how writing is just as much an art as any other traditional art. I am happy that I was able to convey this through writing as well.


who is this kid in the mirror

how does he represent who I am

every shirt every sweatshirt

carefully picked to create

a persona that is shown

to classmates and peers

to look presentable


i would rather wear sweats


i made this poem as a mix between a commentary on the Fenn dresscode and how people want to impress each other with their clothes. A lot of people buy very expensive clothes and shoes to show off but I never been the type of person to do that.


It really is a shame 

that on a beautiful day like today

i am stuck inside

attempting to do work

while distracted 

by the birds


on the other side

of the glass portal



I wrote this poem after looking out the window trying to brainstorm ideas. I am always happier outside, and I can’t wait to write poetry while surrounded by nature.