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.

Faith’s blog | This site is about Faith’s learning portfolio and the work that she will do this year

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.

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The Move

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Silent, the snow fell
Blanketing the fields in white
Now hear pounding rain

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The Boat

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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.

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.

Changing Schools

My world turns quiet
Our laughs gonewithout a trace
All friends left behind

My Buffoonery

My cousins - primates - are the orangutans of my family.
Most of the day is spent eating fruit and possibly insects
then curling up in elaborate nests made of hockey sticks and angry bird blankets.
Mostly peaceful, but beware:
brawling, wrestling, biting break out
when Grandma calls “last brownie”!

Grunts, snorts and growls …. Communication?
I don’t speak orangutan,
but I don’t care,
I would never give up
my buffoonery.

The Ode to Night Owls

pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
creak close, creak close, creak close, creak close
five down
All alone, at last.

swish-swoosh, pages turning
pitter-patter
glug, glug, GULP
rustle, crunch, Doritos rule

swish-swoosh, pages turning
ring, ring, Rocky wants out
pitter-patter
scratch, scratch Rocky wants back in
pitter-patter, good boy

gargle, gargle, gargle - SPLOOSH
creak-close, ahhhh
I’m in bed. Now what?
did I pack my lunch? what’s the meaning of life?onions are disgusting.
one sheep. two sheep. my blanket is soooo fuzzy.
I wonder what lamb tastes like?

All alone, again.

Six Feet Away

Walking down the hall

Masked faces shifting their gaze-

All wary strangers