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About me
As clumsy as a baby giraffe
As quiet as a mouse
As prickly as a porcupine
As tall as a house
Impassive as a politician
As lazy as a brick
As Canadian as ice
As thin as a stick
As clever as a dog
As active as a log
As clumsy as a baby giraffe
As quiet as a mouse
As prickly as a porcupine
As tall as a house
Impassive as a politician
As lazy as a brick
As Canadian as ice
As thin as a stick
As clever as a dog
As active as a log
Covid
Covid keeps us locked, makes us prisoners.
The normal world is an unexplored ocean.
The worlds in shambles and we’re lost.
The world is changing, the ice is melting.
The rain feels colder, ice deep inside.
Everything’s stopping we’re all shutting down.
Covids stolen our lives from under us, a thief in an empty house.
Covid keeps us locked, makes us prisoners.
The normal world is an unexplored ocean.
The worlds in shambles and we’re lost.
The world is changing, the ice is melting.
The rain feels colder, ice deep inside.
Everything’s stopping we’re all shutting down.
Covids stolen our lives from under us, a thief in an empty house.
Rain day
Rain falls from the sky
Creating winding rivers
Down the tall mountains
Rain falls from the sky
Creating winding rivers
Down the tall mountains
Sewing
Fabric and patterns
Making nothing to something
Changing old to new
Fabric and patterns
Making nothing to something
Changing old to new
Moving day
Big brown boxes
Carrying my memories
Terrifying change
Big brown boxes
Carrying my memories
Terrifying change
Book: Archibald lox and the bridge between worlds. Pg 1
A sickening silence reigns in the house of death. George and Rachel are sitting at the kitchen table, numbly picking at the breakfast. They look blank, lost more like puppets the people. All these months later, they’re still not even close to getting over what happened. I’m standing in a corner wearing my school uniform if my foster parents notice me, they say nothing. We find it hard to say anything to one another these days. I can’t remember he last time one of hem spoke to me directly. I glance at the lock its time to leave. I think about saying goodbye but I cant bring myself to break the crushing silence, so I slip out taking my blazer from where it hangs near he front door. There’s a photo of Dave on he wall, in his uniform, smiling. Ive opened the door but I'm still staring at the photo, remembering the day that everything ended and the nightmares began. Dave’s trapped in photos, video clips and memories now. He’ll never grow older or rock this house with his laughter again. Lost to the silence forever.
A sickening silence reigns in the house of death. George and Rachel are sitting at the kitchen table, numbly picking at the breakfast. They look blank, lost more like puppets the people. All these months later, they’re still not even close to getting over what happened. I’m standing in a corner wearing my school uniform if my foster parents notice me, they say nothing. We find it hard to say anything to one another these days. I can’t remember he last time one of hem spoke to me directly. I glance at the lock its time to leave. I think about saying goodbye but I cant bring myself to break the crushing silence, so I slip out taking my blazer from where it hangs near he front door. There’s a photo of Dave on he wall, in his uniform, smiling. Ive opened the door but I'm still staring at the photo, remembering the day that everything ended and the nightmares began. Dave’s trapped in photos, video clips and memories now. He’ll never grow older or rock this house with his laughter again. Lost to the silence forever.
Found poem
A sickening silence
Reigns in the house of death
They look blank, lost more like puppets than people
We find it hard to say anything
I glance at the clock
It’s time to leave
But I can’t bring myself to break the crushing silence
I stare at the photo
The nightmares begin
He’s now trapped in photos, video clips and memories.
Lost to the silence forever
A sickening silence
Reigns in the house of death
They look blank, lost more like puppets than people
We find it hard to say anything
I glance at the clock
It’s time to leave
But I can’t bring myself to break the crushing silence
I stare at the photo
The nightmares begin
He’s now trapped in photos, video clips and memories.
Lost to the silence forever