"The Story of Life"
By Elizabeth Fredrickson
How is it that life starts out so easy,
But gets harder over the years?
Is it in our genes to complicate life,
Or just the want to gain knowledge?
No matter what the reason,
Life becomes complicated.
We love and hurt,
Act kind and yet kill.
Is it just something in our brains that goes off?
Something like a light switch,
That makes life difficult.
Even though life is difficult,
People move on,
It's in our nature.
We write songs about our pain from the complications,
We love more people,
Because the reason of life and its complications is in our blood.
This poem came to me one day when the stress of life just seemed to be eating at me, and by the end of the poem, all the stress was gone.
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"old dowser"
By Janice Kanyusik
the long draught
exposes
a complex web
a tree winds its roots
around boulders
once strewn
on the forest floor
by the glacier
old tree
hunched over
the exhausted bog
your forked roots
divine through
deposits of dried up
peat and humus soil
searching for
remnants
of ice and water
under ground
What I wanted to accomplish when writing this poem was to describe the scene I saw as accurately as possible hoping to portray/evoke an emotional response to the struggling tree.
