Sara Pounds lives in Florida. I met her when she was in the sixth grade; I was her language arts teacher. I am so proud of her writing and wanted to share a poem that she posted on Facebook recently.
I feel an uncertainty about this path-
I also don’t know how long it will last-
Pages of books that are kept under the sheets-
It speaks volumes and speaks to me-
The pictures in frames tell of other days-
Oh I long for the ways it turned out-
I swear I don’t know how it got this way-
But as I look up the sky depleted me-
The soul is dark and gray but aren’t they the same-
Eyes of night and the mourning was bright-
It wakes me up to say-
come on in and enjoy it again-
Hearts are broken but I’m just here to mend-
It speaks volumes and it speaks to me-
Tells of a story of you and me-
Oh love we know not what we do-
should we say we’re sorry or are we just misunderstood-
Stay or leave oh the choices are so weak-
It grows within me-
The trust that once destroyed me-
It speaks volumes and speaks to me-
I feel an uncertainty about the past-
I also don’t know how long it will last-
The memories that seems to consume me-
It speaks volumes and it seems to speak to me-
Daily Response:
Sara’s repetitive verse, “It speaks volumes and it speaks to me,” reminds me of why we write poetry in the first place. If you were going to sit down and write a poem, what would be the topic? What emotion or idea “speaks” to you?
Kimberly Blackadar 