Poems

Magical mess:

I walk into a place where no one was sad,

No one was bad,

In this magical mess.

There are dogs who talk,

There are toys who walk,

Oh! Do I spot flying fishes? Or maybe dishes?

Who knows what's next,

In this magical mess.

Frozen paradise:

I step slowly,

hoping not to fall.

I trip,

and my hands felt cold.

It feels like bumpy glass,

frozen under my finger tips.

My sister flings herself onto the surface,

running gleefully.

Her footsteps creating mosaics behind her.

I step again,

and glide like a bird in the air,

on this cold winter night.

Musical painting:

I walk into a room,

and pick up a black case.

I slowly open it,

and race my fingers on the beautiful instrument.

I lift it onto my shoulder,

and place my fingers onto the taped lines.

I walk into the grass outside,

dew coating my feet.

I play a note,

and music fuses through my body,

creating its own wonderland.

Music paints the sky,

lighting an imaginary doorway.

My imagination pulls me into the world of music.

Under the ocean:

I stand in the water,

And the tide welcomes me.

He shows me the world underneath him,

And pulls me into his paradise.

I slide my fingers in the soft sand,

Crumbing in my hands.

I swim deeper,

And coral reefs float around me.

I have seen many colorful fish in aquariums,

But here I was,

Fish darting around me like paper airplanes,

Not caring about my presence.

Dolphins swim by,

Clicking as they go.

My breath becomes a song,

Playing with my ears.

But my energy slows,

And beautiful colors fade to gray.

Tired and hungry,

I swim to shore.

Only to find a bustling beach,

Only to find the urge to dive again.