Graceful Lagoon The sun beats down on the small lagoon, light reflects off the surface. The water flows over the rocks, worn smooth over the long years. Quite is only broken by small splashes and the calming wind rustling the leaves. My mind constantly wanders, thinking of all the moments and when they passed.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Purple Sharpie I Among twenty different colors, The one one I saw Was the purple sharpie. II I was of three minds, Like a teacher, Who loves purple sharpies. III The purple sharpie floated across the page. It was a small part of the colorful creation. IV A piece of paper and a sharpie Are one. A piece of paper and a sharpie and an artist Are one. V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of a purple sharpie Or the beauty of brightness, The purple sharpie drawing Or just after. VI Colors filled the long paper With unsofisticated scribble The shaddow of the purple sharpie Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow A despicable cause. VII O crazy people of Auburn, Why do you imagine green crayons? Do you not see how the purple sharpie Draws and sketches around the paper Of the kids around you? VIII I know noble colors And pinks, greens, yellows and blues But I know, too. The purple sharpie is involved In what I know. IX When the purple sharpie rolled out of sight, It marked the edge Of my square desk. X At the sight of the purple sharpie Rolling off my desk, Even crayon users Would cry out sharply. XI He rode over to Montgomery In an old pick up truck Once, a fear pierced him, In that he would never find a purple sharpie The shadow of his fear For no more purple sharpies. XII The hand is moving. The purple sharpie must me writing. XIII It was 1st period all morning. It was sunny. And it was going to be sunny. The purple sharpie sat In my pencil bag.
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Graceful Lagoon
The sun beats down on the small lagoon, light reflects off the surface.
The water flows over the rocks, worn smooth over the long years.
Quite is only broken by small splashes and the calming wind rustling the leaves.
My mind constantly wanders, thinking of all the moments and when they passed.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Purple Sharpie
I
Among twenty different colors,
The one one I saw
Was the purple sharpie.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a teacher,
Who loves purple sharpies.
III
The purple sharpie floated across the page.
It was a small part of the colorful creation.
IV
A piece of paper and a sharpie
Are one.
A piece of paper and a sharpie and an artist
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of a purple sharpie
Or the beauty of brightness,
The purple sharpie drawing
Or just after.
VI
Colors filled the long paper
With unsofisticated scribble
The shaddow of the purple sharpie
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
A despicable cause.
VII
O crazy people of Auburn,
Why do you imagine green crayons?
Do you not see how the purple sharpie
Draws and sketches around the paper
Of the kids around you?
VIII
I know noble colors
And pinks, greens, yellows and blues
But I know, too.
The purple sharpie is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the purple sharpie rolled out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of my square desk.
X
At the sight of the purple sharpie
Rolling off my desk,
Even crayon users
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over to Montgomery
In an old pick up truck
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he would never find a purple sharpie
The shadow of his fear
For no more purple sharpies.
XII
The hand is moving.
The purple sharpie must me writing.
XIII
It was 1st period all morning.
It was sunny.
And it was going to be sunny.
The purple sharpie sat
In my pencil bag.