Poems

Here are two of my favorite poems I wrote for my creative writing class last semester.

The Piano

The worst of it is,

I cannot make a sound.

I’ve never sung a note

with my own free will.

No matter how hard I wish

for the hammer to move,

I still sit quiet

as a coffin,

mirror black and long,

my innards dead when silent.

But when a hand lifts my lid

and presses my teeth-keys,

my string-lungs start to sing.

Breath wafts over me and I

breathe it in,

the smell of someone smiling.

The taste of dust is wiped away

fingers caress my teeth,

my tongue,

my diaphragm

bellows each chord

and I can sing

and I can sing

The lid is lowered down.

The room is shuttered,

all I see is blackness now.

I cannot sing

by myself.

Chocolate dreams

Dove dark chocolate is the

best, and anyone who argues

has never eaten it

while sitting in a cave

in Acadia National Park,

the ocean just a stone

throw away and the pounding

of the waves echoing

throughout your cave,

the cave which you

used to clamber into

with all your sisters

when you were young and

all together.

It’s similar to chocolate mousse

which has to be experienced

at Parson’s Beach,

standing on that bone-dead tree

where you can see the entire

curve of sand, the green-black

sea that has no bottom,

and the marsh grass waving

at you in the wind, hello, hello,

why are you alone today?

I admit I’ve never had

smores while lying right on top

of Cadillac mountain,

all the stars bright over me

the pop and sizzle of a fire

behind my head and voices

singing soothing sounds

that wrap me up and

carry me to sleep, I’ll sleep

when we are all together.

-Kelia