Remember that word cloud that Dr. Pandora handed out? Well, I’m not sure if any of you wrote a poem (except one fellow student), but I encourage you to post it here if you did. Hope you enjoy what I’ve written.
Meadow breath hanging
over verdant ground’s belly,
in valley collapsing, slow,
with mood of ease,
lonely in its droop.
A pace, a bounty,
a motion of utter drift,
solitary in this motion,
feeding the starved scene,
quietly letting all that can be
become grand, become river.
Intent on standing, breath builds
cottage. A sincere testament to
tranquility, it hardens, canopy of
living green creasing, bleeding into
All that speaks doth require
That breath is of the meadow, that
body of solemnity; that effigy of
sun-purpose, that statuary taking any
shape it can, adapting to all stimuli, wilting when needed.