Waiting for a Friend (free verse by Maddie)

gray clouds blanketing the sky
splotches of blue
and no sun in sight.

a long gray brick house
sits on The corner of a street.
at the end of the green and brown lawn,
there is a matching mailbox
with the number 325
in black
on the side

sitting atop,
is a small boy
with light brown hair and brown eyes
gazing down the curving street,
waiting
for his friend.

Unending Blue ( free verse by Maddie)

mind wandering
thinking,
delving
deeper,
into the past
within the present
onto the future.
Between the mysteries
that life holds
the wonders that life shares,
the possibility
of serenity,
chaos
love
and hate
occurring
at the same time,
same realm.
The answers to one
leading
to a question,
for the answer.
mind wandering
thinking
delving
deeper
staring up
into
unending blue

Shadows and Wind Chimes (free verse by maddie)

the suns shadows
dancing along the folds
in the sheer curtains
moving up and down,
back and forth,
as the trees billow in the frosted wind
you can hear a wind chime off in the distance,
the soft twinkling sounds
of metal against metal.

A bookshelf (Freeverse by Maddie)

A bookshelf

to some,

a bookshelf,

is pieces of wood,

constructed and cut

for household decor.

to others,

it holds,

and supports

all those childhood novels,

young adult literature,

those genuine moments in time,

with its clean-cut lines,

and

the simplicity

of angular white corners.

no matter,

how old a bookshelf becomes,

its spirit can overcome age.

a bookshelf,

is like a safe,

without the lock,

holding something precious

and open to anyone.

the smooth wood,

with no dents

or blemishes,

except for one little spot hidden behind a book,

a crack in the wood,

where the nail missed the mark.

though the imperfection,

the shelf still stands.

clean, spotless

planks of wood

the sturdiness

as it holds,

a life story.

I can see that when they were five,

they read Junie B. Jones,

a spunky six year old with a unique way

of interpreting the world

letting you know that the world is interesting when

viewed a different way.

and Shel Silverstein poems,

the outcome of letting your imagination,

spark and run wild

makes you realize that it's wondrous to have an imagination.

with a poem about a lightbulb and the sun,

and someone who ate the world.

and up on a higher shelf,

I see now that they read Maximum Ride,

a girl trying to save the world and interpret her own life,

and The Sky is Everywhere.

a world about sadness, love, and renewal,

the harshness of reality,

and the brightness of a side we never knew we had.

so bookshelves are not

 just pieces of wood,

constructed and cut

for household decor.

they hold the wonders of our lives,

and not just literature,

but our memories

and our thoughts

our past selves

those shelves of wood help shape who we are

so we may look back,

and remember

who we were,

and who we are now

Sunshine (Haiku by Maddie)

Sunshine

shining radiance,

it's rays stretch out, giving light,

hope, it can renew.

Infinity (Haiku by Maddie)

Infinity

the infinity,

of looking up at the sky,

and watching the clouds.

Lying in the Grass (Haiku by Maddie)

lying in the grass,

the coolness of the moist ground,

brings tranquility.

The circle with an end a beginning (freeverse by Maddie)

A circle,

has no end,

nor a beginning,

some say.

a circle,

does indeed,

have a beginning,

and an

end.

starting

is the beginning.

and closing,

is the ending.

not visible,

to the eye

but there unseen

the beginning,

fused,

with the end.

the beginning,

now the end,

and the end,

now the beginning.

Tranquility it Brings (Villanelle by Maddie)

There, on the window is a raindrop,
the beauty that will never end
going and going, on forever, never to stop.

Beginning at the top
then streaming down, with a bend,
going and going, on forever, never to stop.

There, on the window is a raindrop,
tranquility it brings, sadness, it can mend,
going and going, on forever, never to stop.

Dripping from atop
the glass as it begins to descend
plop, plop, plop.

There, on the window is a raindrop,
connecting with droplets, to blend
getting ready to fall, and drop.

Its shape is not unlike a dewdrop,
reaching across, as if it could extend
there, on the window is a raindrop
going and going, on forever, never to stop.