Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg

Monday, June 20, 2011

Megan's Poems

Torture
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Why must I be discouraged when everyone else is happy?
Why is that I am the only one almost dead,
When everyone is alive.
Optimism.
Who Cares?
I did.
But sadness took everything joyful away.

Olympic Dreams

Who says I can't?
You?
Well, how can you be sure?
If practice is the income,
the outcome can be anything.

On The Strip

Advance, Lunge, Recover, Cross-back, Parrie-Repost.
Score.
Advance, Retriet, Cross-back,
Parrie-Repost, Graze, Remiez, score.
Score.
Score.
Score.
Oh, by the way,
no mercy.

My Foil

A long, slender, curved,
piece of metal.
A #5 lefty , German point, Belgion pistol grip, two prong wire.Add ImageThe words bring back memories.
My foil has wan so many bouts.
It's fought against friends, and enemies.
It's won rivalries.Add ImageAnd lost.
But that's Okay.

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