In high school, members of the Creative Writing and Media Arts department had the opportunity to collaborate with students from the American School for the Deaf one town over to share poetry and write poetry together, as well as learning more about deaf culture and learning some sign language. In this particular assignment, all collaboration participants wrote about various locales like an aquarium, or an amusement park, which is what I wrote about. In this, I wrote about feeling very light-hearted and lifted.
Clouds
The air feels thicker
Every time my lungs
Want to expand.
My heart feels as though
It can barely keep me moving.
There’s a subtle brush
Against my cheek.
The wind’s comfort
And I, humble and dwarfed,
An image of a small and thin beetle,
Drops in fear and an unknown excitement.
In this next one, I wrote about tree bark. I focused on what that might feel like, the texture and what that may be reminiscent of.
Winter Forests
Cold mornings quickly meld into a calm nightfall
And wounds linger through the forest
Running away never means they dissipate
Nor do they degrade
Never has the moon rose bright enough
To light the frigid forests,
No melting snow,
But the wind’s tense comfortability
Has always existed