Here’s a poem Malia wrote for an English class here at HCC. We’d worked with Haikus in the class, and I think I see that influence – in the way some of the stanzas could stand alone. I wonder if she was thinking of that when she wrote it. The photo is from a travel web-site, and there’s something far-away in the poem, too. What do you think?
Is a task I’ll never fully tackle
All I have is this rough copy,
Watch and fade away
Patterns fill a void
Of which defines the line
What am I supposed to feel, to see, to be?
Did I miss the target
Or is this where I’m meant to be?
Pink and blue shades of gray
Describe to me
Something worth my memory
Make a mix make a blend
That’s something I can send
I like the patterns of my voice
A sound I hear, like a name
Everything is clear but yet a haze
Things of desire never cease to amaze
I like the color of your hair
The way you make me feel like a child
The very soul of which is wild
Words flowing down a page
Letters falling free
You and me is where I need to be
I’m straying from the lines
Of where reality meets the end.