Below are short little poems written during a Poeteen workshop by our students, inspired by various thoughts and ideas. Most of these are collaborations, and what you read below are the raw, first drafts of every poem!
Ask yourself: how do you know what you know?
How do you know about the moss that clings to the sea-sprayed rock?
Did it whisper its story to you as you brushed your fingers through its soft beds of hair?
He saw her on a Monday morning
Olive skin, olive hair, and olive eyes
She had been plucked from a branch of rough, cracked bark
Cloaked in slender leaves.
All my life so far, I have loved more than one thing.
When I was a field hand in Shanghai I loved licking the dried salt off my fingers at the end of the day.
When I was a grave digger I loved the smell of fresh snow.
When I was the wind I loved the trees, and when I was a tree I loved the wind.