Kathleen's Poems (Last Project in Washington)

GloomyWocky

'Twas purple and the bright yellow
Did cower every day:
All down was the mournful blue,
And "Help Me!" the red did say.

"Beware the GloomyWocky, my girl!
The white: so deep, the mood: so down!
Beware the Eraser and, girl,
Don't freeze at the piercing, black frown!"

She took her pink marker in hand:
Long time the colorless foe she sought--
So drew she by the Crayola tree,
And doodled while she thought.

And as in ivy thought she stood,
The GloomyWocky with a look that stains,
Came erasing through the Rainbow wood,

And drained color as it came!

Red, blue! Red, blue! And yellow, too
The neon marker went highlighting!
And with its eyes she wrote: Good bye
And went back writing.

"And, hast thou colored the GloomyWocky?
Come to my easel my maroon girl!
O violet day! Chartreuse and gray!"
They painted a few swirls.

'Twas purple and the bright yellow
Did make best friends all day:
All up was the happy blue,
And "I'm saved!" the red did say.






Be with Wake

I wake up
Knowing I lost.
Sleep won.
I try to remember the
Gentle battle that only happened
The night before.

I fought to move my limbs and joints,
But sleep froze them to the bed.
I fought to move my lips and call for help,
But Sleep numbed them and drowned out my voice.
I fought to keep my eyes open,
But Sleep weighed them down with its voice.
I fought to think of real life,
But Sleep filled my head with dreams and wishes.

Now

I am asleep again.
One that will never end.
This was commanded by Wake.

Now take my advice and don't go to Sleep
Even if your parents
Tell you to.

Be with Wake.

i

Oh,

Little, defenseless, innocent i.

i, the tiny.

i is picked on for

Being small.

But,

Small is what i need.

The little i represents

Me.

i go to the park.

i feel happy.

Nobody can pick on i now

Because

i

grows

To be I.

I is

Me.

I will be

El más querido.

Feeling Proud

The plastic is so smooth on

The brush.

I want to hold it.

My heart starts to rush.

I dip it in the

Deep, thick aqua.

And with the miracle

I begin to draw.

My hand

Goes g l i d i n g

Across the paper,

R i d i n g .

I put down the brush.

Hope looks good, I wish.

A light blue canvas

Covered with white swirls.

Nothing in the world

Matters more than this.

I sign my name in the corner:

Kathleen

Feeling proud.