Poetry in PEI Schools

These Have I Loved

Attic

The gleaming particles dance around,
The concentrated sunbeams; focusing
On the history that is my life, as the
Creaking steps, who speak only to me,
Lead me into my past, the dust that
Collects on the tips of my fingers,
As I wipe away the barrier that
Blocks my true sight, as the old
Smell of laughter feeds into my brain,
The sight of insulation as it gathers,
On my unblinking eyelashes,
The city of stacked boxes, give me
Endless enjoyment, allowing me to visit,
A time of my choice, like a time machine,
I can almost feel the summer heat,
That rises from fallen toys around me,
The sharp whistle and surprising draft of the
Wind, through the un-patched ceiling holes,
The wrinkled cardboard sound, as it
Grinds across its opposite side, revealing
The emotion of an un-forgettable past.

Summer’s Freedom

The summer season if bright sunlight,
The ocean waters grabbing at the seashores,
Fishing boats scatter the sea like bees in a hive,
People rushing to the sea to cool down from the temperature,
Water shimmering under rays of light.

Fresh wood smoke hissing and popping,
Smell of charcoaled food carried by the travelling breeze,
Gentle wind whispers of short freedom so longly sought for,
Cool cut clumps of freshly cut grass,
The aroma attacks you once you once the door to summer.

Delicious welcoming food dripping with flavour from the grill,
Salt water that drips from your lips as you break through the water,
Long lasting frigid lemonade cools down your scorching thirst.

Sounds of crickets and bullfrogs just before dark,
They play around the park,
Flowers open up in the morning light to welcome the sun,
Bees buzzing below on beautiful summer plants,
Boats triumphantly fight off waves as water splashes on deck.

Cool damp green grass below your feet,
Mark the beginning of new summer heat.

Mr. Plaskett

Cups filled with stale whiskey
Can taste the weather on your tongue,
Will it ever come?

Thunder makes you wonder; makes you dream & escape.
The world cries out,
My two gray eyes.

Love will break through the glass,
Gaze out.
See, smell, anticipate; the oncoming season.

Eyes; communicate the hustle
Heart; comes to a halt
Cars trip over the clouds.

Gazing out through the glass,
Watch the water from their eyes.

My head. My Heart. My Beat. My Light.
Come consumed with sound.

The instrumental;
Only medication for heart ache.

Sestina for Love

Connected together by the sound of love,
all those days connected by happiness.
and the feeling of their warm
hands gently touching you with a hug,
their beautiful warm eyes
bright with kindness.

The lover’s show their kindness
by giving each other all the love
within their hearts and eyes,
the joy that comes out is happiness.

In the winter their warmth
is all the kindness
from them but hugs
only show some of the love
and all the happiness
that shines in their eyes

While you look in their bright vibrant eyes
by the heated warmth
of the fireplace happiness
fills the room of kind
and gentle love
you hug

The fireplace hug
is all you see through their eyes
and when you think of the never ending love
they have gien you all the warmth
to your whole body and you show kindess
to make them happy

You show all the happiness
in your hugs
with all the kindness
and by the look in your eye
and the warmth
in your heart you end your forever ending love
And there is no more warmth
in your heart, no love
and no happiness

Let Down

Her face was yellow, jiggered and torn
Endless flaws and ocean sounds.
Pondering the disasters,
As problems arise.
Breathtaking as a sunrise
Beauty is not what she sees.
Hopes and dreams, never to be seen.
Her memories are more then vague,
Her terrors come in the night,
Searching endless possibilities
Romantically Challenged.
Pain in muscles, pain in joints
Pain so bad in trigger points,
Pain you’ll have to go through
Pain you’ll have to see
What it took just to be her,
Pain she has to go through
But people can’t see.
She’s sick of pretending it’s all perfect.
Air filling her pockets everywhere.
Tired of living a lie
Sick of loving you.
Tired of the tears she cries
Tired of returning to hurt.
Sick of being laughed about
Tired of being treated like dirt.
I will break into your thoughts
With what’s written in my heart.
Hear it, I’m screaming it
You’re heading to it now,
Hear it, I’m screaming it
You tremble at this sound.
Watching the sun pass me by
Am I really living how I want?
If only I could fly
Away from my sin,
My soul I would flaunt.
Watching the stars pass me by
Do they really care at all?
If only, if only I could fly
Away from the things that make me fall.
The damned ship lurched and slithers
Quiet and quick,
Trying to avoid all the mishaps,
But crushing into each one.
The long sea rolled…
The visions are never clear
Like a thunder storm I fear
The ringing in my ear,
Will justify the myths
That out there somewhere he’s thinking of me too
Though we know the truth
I’m washed up, worn down
Recluse ruse.

Sailing

a sail boat that once was mine,
glides across the water like a
skater on ice.
just me and my dad, taken
it easy, teaching
our selves how to sail.
i lie there on the floor
all stretched out,
and dad stretches out on the bow.
we look at a flag on the shore
to see which way the wind
is blowing. we sail up and
down the sturgeon river and
out into st mary’s bay,
for hours.
when the sun starts to
go down, we decide to head in.
the wind dies down,
and the water is smooth as glass.
we put the boat on the trailer
and head home.