The title of each poem will be shown as it was written on Facebook. And beneath it the first name and last initial of whoever presented it.
The significance of colors
Nikki B.
I feel red,
then orange,
then the lightest shade
of pink
sometimes I think
I am rainbow
prism or prisoner
of clearly defined hues
masking themselves
as expectations:
you are blue,
and green,
and purple.
No.
I am sunset,
hope, passion, fire.
I am Prometheus
human-bound
then bound for all eternity.
I am
summer’s day
the way you look in the morning
when light hits your face
just so
I want you to know
you are opal,
sapphire,
gem,
not quite one of them,
but you reflect
one color, then many—
your eyes,
emerald then golden
depending on the way you tilt your head
dreams of terra-cotta skin
if you stay outside
just a little bit longer
I want to be every color imaginable
When we speak, it is in CMYK
we exchange words in tinted syllables,
my skin is opaque peach,
my eyes, undecided
my face turns a darker shade of red under the following conditions:
embarrassment,
love,
anger,
glances across a room,
and when you break my heart,
I know the shade I’ll be:
colorless
and you,
you will become transparent.
The Cassini space probe!
Bryan L.
I seek you out in cold dark
god of plenty, of agriculture,
magnetic field
of Cassini dreams
I dive between the spaces of your rings,
to understand
your moons and limbs
and universe.
A description of the sound that Mouse feet make when they run.
Rio C.
Rice dropped onto a wooden floor
Light tapping of long fingernails
What I imagine the word “scatter” sounds like
Tiny representations of anxiousness
A miniature Morse code machine calling for help
Why you asking people to do the hard part for you?
Benjamin S.
Difficult
is stepping from the pillow of your comfort zone
and diving
into a hole
that could be filled
with knives,
rocks,
or more pillows.