Camp Memories
Camp Memories
When packing up to go home
Don’t forget to pack your memories
If you lose them
The way that you remembered them is forever gone
Keep them safe
and wrap them with a pretty silk bow
Don't be scared to take them out when you get home
Just remember to put them back
These memories can only be found by
those who have experienced the time
These memories are a part of your family
Treat them as such
They hide high in the trees
Or at the bottom of the lake
They are heavy
So they won't be blown out of the tree by the wind
They are waterproof
so they won't die in the water
They are safe from all harm
Even if they are not in your mind
They are always in your heart
Don’t forget to pack your memories
If you lose them
The way that you remembered them is forever gone
Keep them safe
and wrap them with a pretty silk bow
Don't be scared to take them out when you get home
Just remember to put them back
These memories can only be found by
those who have experienced the time
These memories are a part of your family
Treat them as such
They hide high in the trees
Or at the bottom of the lake
They are heavy
So they won't be blown out of the tree by the wind
They are waterproof
so they won't die in the water
They are safe from all harm
Even if they are not in your mind
They are always in your heart
The Voice
August 2023
Camp Memories
When packing up to go home Don’t forget to pack your memories If you lose them The way that you remembered them is forever gone Keep them safe and wrap them with a pretty silk bow Don't be scare...
Organized Yet Abstract
A streak of gray rushes to the sky, Soaring and arching, Up, up, up. A thin line of smoke is left behind, A trail of the firework's journey. It begins to ark, The parabola beginning to be graphed, Som...
The River Speaks
There is a web and it holds us. Pieces come apart so we help rebuild it. We are a species that has forgotten our place on the web, so the earth reminds us. It shows us that there are some lines that w...
Photography
Photos; they capture memories, moments, too, that you cherish, keeping them preserved forever. A fond moment stuck in time? Now stuck in colorful ink on paper. A memory you’ll soon forget? Months, yea...
Wistful Words
Poetry used to fall from my earthy lips like flowers. My words were lightning My hands thunder My tears like glass and waterfalls Falling heavily onto each chalky page. But now my tears are salt And t...
Photography
Photos; they capture memories, moments, too, that you cherish, keeping them preserved forever. A fond moment stuck in time? Now stuck in colorful ink on paper. A memory you’ll soon forget? Months, yea...
Jasmine + Azalea
Our lips are made of daisiesand our cheeks are strewn in roses,pressed to opaque lilac air,knotted fingertips brushingblooming beams of naked feuillage,buds drafted in sunlight, weldedin his blurry ha...
The Storm Inside
Before the storm,I see the darkness,an ominous silhouette on the horizon.I feel the wind, making the trees sway from side to side,a gusty swoop of exhilaration. A Phoebe bird in a willow tree, as the...
to be a person.
i. i feel like time is dragging me along by the hand the way a mother tugs her child to preschool/ but instead of kicking and flailing and screaming i am numb to the days that pass despite my silent ...
The time is now
This is a poem I wrote during my time at The Governor's Institute of Vermont for The Youth Action and Global Issues week. I wrote this with Josslyn, Josie, Reese, Fiona, Sadie, and Ellie._____________...
Dark, dark (Midnight)
I am dark dark. Ebony. Melanin. Not sun-kissed but scorched. Not moonlight but midnight. Not sky but sea.
ARE YOU AWAKE YET? (You expected something sweet)
ARE YOU AWAKE YET? Is a burst of rage through a prompt of sweetness and peace, about the conditions of our world, the fact that we have all the resources to fix it, and the problem of "waking up" peop...