Melting, Melted (*Ekphrastic Poem by Maddie)

*Ekphrasis:  Using one medium of art to describe another form of art.
Ex:  a poem about a painting, a photograph inspired by a film, etc...

Inspired by the art piece, "United Globe", by Vernon Fisher.

Melting, Melted

I see cars running,
the foul exhaust
escaping.
Waves of heat
transferring
from object to object.
Puffs of
gray smoke
rise
from buildings
blending with the sky's
veil of white.
Ice
from solid
to liquid.
The world
melting
around the globe
before our eyes
slipping off in patches,
falling.
From 80
to 120 degrees
Mercury,
Rising and rising.
Pressure buildup.
Red bursts
while
Blue melts.

Dancing Dreams (*Ekphrastic Poem by Maddie)

*Ekphrasis:  Using one medium of art to describe another form of art.  

Ex: a poem about a painting, a photograph inspired by a film, etc...

Inspired by the painting, "Moth Dance" by Maggie Taylor.

Dancing Dreams

When light has ceased, and the crescent glows,

an eight year old girl slips into her square backyard,

wearing her sister’s worn, gray tights

and pink ratty ballet slippers,

a faded, blue, stained blouse

tucked in at the waist of her black shorts

with a brown and yellow striped hem.

Two golden feathers

she discovered while twirling 
along the barricade of trees

sprout from her short brown hair, like rabbit ears.

Wearing her mother’s 
allaying cold eye mask

taken from the freezer,

she stands upon a rusted blue tin

while dancing around with butterflies

only night can see.

Glowing against the starless sky,

she dances,

with her fluttering dreams

of a ballet artist.

Bounding and gliding

through musty air.

Posing against the purple sky,

as airy luminescent wings flit around,

enhancing her woven trance.

Seven Months of Summer (Freeverse by Maddie Carrola)

Seven Months of Summer

Heat lines
rise
off the asphalt,
while parched
brittle trees,
bend, and snap
in the unbending air
and yellowed grass
crunches
when stepped
on.
Withered cacti
shrivel
in this
desert- like bubble.
The sun,
penetrating
the life,
scorching the land.
Fires erupt from
the sun burnt soil.
Red, Orange, Yellow
turn to
Black and Gray
ash,
forming
tears of loss.

Twinkling Stars of Texas (Freeverse by Maddie)

Twinkling Stars of Texas

Laying back against the
red, shingled roof,
gazing upon the darkened backdrop
of the night skies.
My sighs of warm breath escape,
and cloud the crisp air,
for there are
stars,
incandescent orbs of light
sprinkled
upon the heavens.
Their shimmering beauty
as they flash and flicker
in the brisk air of Fall.
Blazing across black nights
with resplendent gleams,
blanketing the cold sphere.

Away (Petrarchan Sonnet by Maddie)

the end imparted, and washed ashore
as the words you spouted were found untrue,
your aura began to smell of mildew,
that reek of old stale water resting beneath a wooden door.
your profane words without a cure
your saccharine eyes, vitreous, I could see through.
leaving us askew,
and falling out of place, away I began to soar

above and beyond the spacious blue, free
warm currents with the ability to lift,
while below you looked astray.
to myself I smiled so simply,
and away you began to fade and drift
into another prosaic shade of gray.

Buildup (Free Verse by Maddie)

Buildup

Beneath the seven layers of skin,
past pumping arteries
lies the heart
in us all,
a rhythmic beat,
pulsing with life
just below the surface.

With every expansion
blood,
released throughout,
streaming through veins
carrying the throbbing end,
along with sprouts of sorrow,
and buried doubt,
resurfaces.

The lingering intensity,
coursing
spreading
emanating
from the left and right atriums
of the heart.

A collision,
creating cascades of emotions,
as the thriving torrent rushes and ripples, and races
side to side
back and forth
from top to bottom.

Searching for the exit,
a need to be heard.
Ready to burst,
emotions,
like vibrant colors of paint
spilling down the sides
dripping off the edges,
filling the mind with thoughts,
transformed into words,
soon, sliding out from the lips,
and into the vast expanse
of open air.

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.