Home
Young Writers Project

Search form

  • Login
  • DONATE
  • CREATE
    • RECENT POSTS
    • THE DAILY READ
  • COMMUNITY
    • TINY WRITES
    • BOOK CLUB
    • YWP PODCAST: Line Break
  • CHALLENGES
    • SUMMER OF STORIES: Challenges
    • SUMMER OF STORIES: Contest
    • JOURNALISM CHALLENGES
      • Journalism Project Info
    • THE GREAT POETS CHALLENGE
    • CHALLENGES BANK
    • YWP RESOURCES
  • PUBLICATIONS
    • ANTHOLOGY 12
      • Celebrate Anthology 12 Podcast!
    • THE VOICE
    • SPECIAL ISSUES: The ELM 2021-22
      • The ELM 2020-21
      • The ELM 2019-20
    • MEDIA PARTNERS
    • YWP NEWSLETTER
    • ANNUAL REPORT
  • ABOUT
    • ABOUT YWP
    • "YWP is ..." Who we are!
    • PERMISSION FORM
    • TERMS & CONDITIONS OF USE
    • CONTACT US
  • Donate
  • LOG IN/JOIN
Previous Post
Next Post
Jan 18
poem
flowerdragon

7:34 AM

A boy with tattered clothes and a sad expression sits on the broken sidewalk of a narrow street, people scurrying around him with their loud voices and their hurried glances.
A thin, sickly looking girl stares at the horizon with a far off expression, her legs dangling over a rooftop, her peaceful demeanor undisturbed by the massive crowds passing beneath her.
A plainly dressed woman stares out the window of her office, her head resting on the palm of her hand as her eyes rest themselves on the busy street below.
A tired old man looks drowsily down at his feet, his eyes begging for the briefest disturbance as the world passes around him.

It is 7:34 AM. The world seems to come to a standstill as the sun starts to bleed into the sky, its comforting, warm presence illuminating even the darkest of corners. A pinkish orange sky melts into view, a backdrop that is all but taken for granted. All four suddenly look up to the sky, their comfort unifying them in the knowledge that the warmth of the sun is shining down upon them. They each smile, the beautiful, newly illuminated sky giving them hope, giving them solidarity in the fact that they aren't alone. As the sun slowly starts to give off a bright glow, the world seems to
                                          M
                                                E
                                                      L
                                                          T
                                                                Into a dazzling array of emotions.
  • flowerdragon's blog
  • Sprout
  • Log in or register to post comments
  • Print Friendly, PDF & Email
Posted: 01.18.19
About the Author: flowerdragon
MSG / CONTACT
RECENT LOVES
  • Another (Broken) Dreamer
  • The Evening Field
  • vivir
  • Under A Rainstorm
  • Rant of a Question Mark
RECENT COMMENTS
  • This is a really intriguing
  • Thank you!
  • This really paints a picture
  • This is really nice! I love
  • this is nice :)

Other Posts

  • a short poem about the color red.
    a poem about the color red.Red.It's a color full of energy. Read more
    in poem 1 Comment
  • Rush
    Why do we look backand not forward?If life is a train Read more
    in poem 0 Comments
  • Waves
    WAVESSo often I think of waves; drifting away, only to be pulled back. Read more
    in poem 1 Comment

Discussion

Comments

  1. William
    Jan 18, 2019

    This is very descriptive. It has a cinematic, opening-of-a-movie quality. The use of time for a title is clever, and I like the way you flow from melancholy into the promise of a new day. Well done!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. flowerdragon
    Jan 18, 2019

    Thank you!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  • ABOUT
  • DONATE
  • PUBLICATIONS
  • SUBSCRIBE TO NEWSLETTER
  • JOIN/LOGIN
YWP is a creative, online community of teen writers and visual artists, ages 13-18. We're based in Burlington, VT, and we welcome young creators from anywhere!
Special thanks to The Kemmerer Family Foundation whose generous support made this new, improved website possible.
Website development and design by Refaktor Inc., Summit Creative Works, and YWP's Vivien Sorce, Lauren McCabe, Katherine Moran, and Susan Reid.

Young Writers Project | 47 Maple St., Suite 216 | Burlington, VT 05401
501(c)(3) nonprofit established in 2006
Contact: Susan Reid, Executive Director: [email protected]; (802) 324-9538