maelynslavik

My legs launch of the block,
At the sound of the buzzer.
I glide smoothly into the water,
Forming delicate splashes,
And tiny waves.
My feet kick,
Pushing and pulling the water.
My arms haul me forward,

Lightning flashes,
Streaking bright yellow
Across the sky.
Thunder booms,
Rattling your brain,
Shaking your view.
The clouds let it out,
After bottling up the rain
And precipitation.
The sky is gloomy,

My paddle dips into golden water,
Gently splashing,
The glassy water.
The board glides,
Creating a trail of where it’s been. 
The bubbles mark the area,
Marking where it has stood.
The water understands,

My bike tires whir,
Moving along the dirt.
They grip the rocks and roots,
Saying their hellos and goodbyes,
Pushing me forward.
The grass and mud fights the force,
But the bike persists. 
It holds its own,

I had to write an ode poem for Humanities class.  We were instructed to choose something silly, so I chose chocolate.  Here it is:

Chocolate, 
Oh chocolate,
You warm me head to toe.

I stare at my palm where a seed has been placed.  My friend, a genius in plants, gave it to me right before she left forever.  She had said, “Eliana, I have been researching for weeks, and tried to manipulate the DNA of the seed to create s