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Since 2007
About me
Dear reader, throughout the Working with Words project, I enjoyed this new way of expressing who I am and saying the funny thoughts I have in my head. I also found that using the terms to format the poems made the project really challenging but interesting. Figuring out which images or drawings would be complementary towards the poem, was infuriating (drawing) but enjoyable. I liked trying to make each one different. While it was difficult to start the poems and also to create meaning statements, overall, I enjoyed telling people about my worldview.
From Faith Scheewe
Foundations
Family is like the sky:
the atmosphere around me,
sometimes stormy, but always there
Home is like an warm bowl of chicken noodle soup:
the sustenance I need,
sometimes spicy, but always comforting
Faith is like the wind:
the breath in my lungs,
I feel, but can’t see
As the foundation of my history,
all together, this is me.
The Move
Silent, the snow fell
Blanketing the fields in white
Now hear pounding rain
The Boat
Irma.
White. Black. Sleek.
Smells weird. Like seaweed.
Rumbles when Dad pushes her buttons.
When she puts her nose up, I hold on for dear life.
Moments with her are filled with joy:
Diving off her platform into the salty ocean,
Lounging on her seats reading and relaxing.
ALL other moments with her are filled with fear:
Taking off with a jolt my hands tighten on the tube handle,
Gliding side to side my face feels the salty spray.
But today was my favourite time.
Turning sharply, Maya’s hands slip and she plunges into the cold, deep waters.
Laughing so hard, my grip weakens and
I tumble off
skidding across the waves.
Irma comes back.
Like always.
White. Black. Sleek.
Smells weird. Like seaweed.
Rumbles when Dad pushes her buttons.
When she puts her nose up, I hold on for dear life.
Moments with her are filled with joy:
Diving off her platform into the salty ocean,
Lounging on her seats reading and relaxing.
ALL other moments with her are filled with fear:
Taking off with a jolt my hands tighten on the tube handle,
Gliding side to side my face feels the salty spray.
But today was my favourite time.
Turning sharply, Maya’s hands slip and she plunges into the cold, deep waters.
Laughing so hard, my grip weakens and
I tumble off
skidding across the waves.
Irma comes back.
Like always.
Almost There
The SUV rapidly speeds down the highway humming vibrations
The salty fries satisfy my fast food cravings
The green pine trees wear blankets of snow as we go on mountain roads
Almost there…
Cozy cabin.
The slapping, swooshing, skis slide down the first small slope
The automated chair scoops me off the ground and into the misty skies
I count down the towers as the creaky chair swings in the air
Almost there…
Let’s go!
The wild, whipping wind brushes my face as I carve a path down the slope
I soar through a field of forgotten frozen trees across the mountain runs
I teeter side to side as skis almost slide away from me
Almost there…
First run down.
The salty fries satisfy my fast food cravings
The green pine trees wear blankets of snow as we go on mountain roads
Almost there…
Cozy cabin.
The slapping, swooshing, skis slide down the first small slope
The automated chair scoops me off the ground and into the misty skies
I count down the towers as the creaky chair swings in the air
Almost there…
Let’s go!
The wild, whipping wind brushes my face as I carve a path down the slope
I soar through a field of forgotten frozen trees across the mountain runs
I teeter side to side as skis almost slide away from me
Almost there…
First run down.