Posted in Free Verse, Repetition Poetry, September 2019

Pearce Campus

Pierce Campus, Zion IL.
Pearce Campus, Zion, IL.-Image from Pinterest.com

I Remember freshman hall, lockers slamming, saddle shoes running, clock ticking, four minute bell ringing.

I Remember upside down and backwards padlocks, cleats clicking on shiny floors, frustration at boyish pranks.

I Remember hall monitors sitting straight up in square tan desks checking hall passes.

I Remember English class, the Ides of March, Julius Caesar, “Et Tu, Brute” and our teacher, Miss Barton, reading aloud to us.

I Remember pony tails, petticoats, angora sweaters and class rings on neck chains.

I Remember GAA initiation, walking through peeled grapes and cooked spaghetti blindfolded, trying not to scream.

I Remember every stair and hallway, where they led, and the shortcuts only upper classmen knew about.

I Remember graduation day, on the football field, my classmates and I shedding bittersweet tears as we marched to “Pomp and Circumstance”.

I Remember signing annuals in the rotunda on the last day of school, not realizing those words would remain longer than the building we were standing in.

I Remember Pearce Campus before its bricks were sold and it became a parking lot.

Free Verse/Repetition Poem

I wrote this poem as an imitation of Joe Brainerd’s poem “I Remember” as spoken of in “Adventures in Anaphora” by Rebecca Hazelton.

I wrote it in memory of my old high school campus which was just torn down last summer and turned into a paved parking lot. I attended classes there from 1959-1962. The building held many memories before I attended and many afterwards.  Its destruction touched the hearts of many people.

Posted in Free Verse, Repetition Poetry, September 2019

Inspiration

Original photo of a soap bubble

I am the morning dew glistening

I am the sun shining

I am a bird singing

I am a flower blooming

I am a squirrel scurrying

I am the wind swirling

I am a leaf falling

I am a tear on a cheek

I am an aging voice

I am a child’s laughter

I am a stranger’s smile

I am a mother’s hug

I am a spoken word

I stand at your door knocking

I stand waiting for you to find me

I stand in the silence of night

I stand amid the noisy throng

I stand among your daily moments

Free Verse Anaphora

(Imitation poem of “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee” by N. Scott Momaday)