National Poetry Month

KUT is partnering with Kealing Middle School, Austin Bat Cave writing center, and Fulmore Middle School to celebrate National Poetry Month. This April, we’re airing poems written by Austin creative writing students.

Poetry

Apr 29, 2016

Poetry is powerful.

Powerful as the deadly flight of a hungry falcon,

the majestic roaring of waterfalls,

the enormous roar of a free tiger.

Poetry is entertaining.

Entertaining as the hilarity of everything when you’re tired,

as your brother when he tries to show off in front of his friends,

as the ridiculously cheesy movies that still make us cry.

Poetry is magical.

Magical as the whisper of the wind on a cold winter night,

as  the sparkles that you never quite see in the corner of your eye,

The Difference

Apr 29, 2016

Thick bricks blockade my inside laughs.

Others giggle, I stare.

Mom says it's a new page being turned

But my inside chattering thinks otherwise.

“At least try,” they say,

But I retract from the thought.

I used to greet with a smile,

I used to talk with a squeak,

I used to run with pride.

Now,

Thick bricks blockade my inside laughs. 

The Seasons Change and So Do You

Apr 29, 2016

Every summer,

when the sun beats down

and you feel the heat coming off your skin,

it seems as if it will never be cold again.

And every winter,

when the skies are a pale grey

and you can't feel your fingers as they rub together,

it seems as if it will never be warm again.

When you are happy,

your lips spread in a laugh

and your eyes bright and rested,

it seems as if you will never be sad again.

And when you are sad,

the emptiness in your stomach tightening

and your face damp with tears,

Remember

Apr 29, 2016

Remember when

The raindrops splashed

Tracing down your face like tears

And you would take my hand

Promising more days, more years?

Yet now, underneath the winter ground,

Your hands lay clasped, to your chest bound.

Remember how you used to be?

Remember when

Your song would make us smile,

Your eyes all light

And full of life?

But then, one came for you

Like a great bird, it took you.

Remember how we used to be?

Remember when

You used to laugh

Counting clouds

School Observations

Apr 29, 2016

Talking

Always talking

Heard walking under the courtyard sky.

Talking walls and floors,

A jogging cart with keys ripping words from the air,

And trophies breaking through the glass display case,

Fluttering origami on the counselors’ door,

Next to the sculpture of nearly silent clocks.

The rustle of posters and paintings, scratching of writing utensils -

My observations of a magically magical place.

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