Untitled Poem

Well. We're studying poems in school, and we had to do a poem with different stanzas having different points of view on an ordinary thing. I liked mine, so here it is.


Delicately folded squares
Hang from the string
As if flying

The airplane soared across the room
Before crumbling into the wall

On the fridge lies a list
So that people can remember
With just a glance

Writing on your arm
Is a fine way to take notes
But don't forget your notebook
Because ink on an arm
Will fade
Writing in a book will not

A plate is best
If after you eat
You can draw on it
And change its whiteness to color

The blank sheet holds a hidden treasure
And if you try
You can see the picture before it's drawn
You can see it
Though there is nothing