POETRY FROM THE LONG STORY SHORT SCHOOL OF WRITING - YOU, ME AND POETRY CLASS
WITH FLORIANA HALL:
CHANGING
Linda R. Cook


You are changing, changing

You feel enthused, confused, and nauseated too

You are frightened and brave

You race about or collapse in sleep

You are red, white, yellow, black or brown

You are Mary, Ruth, Sarah, Jane or Me

You are woman, petite or tall, plump or plain

And you are marching through your universe, eager to burst free

You do not walk upright anymore as you recline to read, absorbing every word, preparing mind and body

It is miraculous to move like this, so in sync, spiritual like an angel’s wing

You are with child.

In the past year, Linda has begun to seriously pursue her love of writing. In 2005, she had a nonfiction article published through Alive, A Magazine for Vibrant Christians.  She also received Honorable Mention for a women's issues contest through Long Story Short and recently placed third for a personal memoir contest through Byline Magazine.


DIAMANTE:
by Ashley Cohen --fifth grade student

Serious
Determined, stern
Devoted, hardworking, purposeful
Smiles, laughter
Loony, humorous, delirious
Foolish


DIAMANTE:
By Annie Yungmeyer
fifth grade student
at Mission Trail School
Leawood, Kansas
  

Birth,
Petite, delicate
Teething, pubescent, maturing
Sophistication, wisdom, ache, decrepitude
Withering, fading, fermenting
Crumbling, extinction
Death



CINQUAIN:
By Karen Yungmeyer - Annie's Mother


Annie
Confident, dramatic,
Flourishing, overshadowing, all-embracing,
Jubilant, delightful, musical, magnanimous,
Daughter



SOLITUDE
By Suellen Wedmore
for a painting by Jack Richards - Into the Woods


of birch and beech,
the deeper I walk into this wood
the more I find of myself.
Leaves rustle, a whippoorwill calls;

on this dappled path
Gauguin's dream mellows
to a fairytale calm
where I could sleep

one-hundred years
in a quiet so complete
fear is erase
as I wait to be wakened

by a poet with words
as soft as his lips, a dulcet voice
praising this abundant
forest and gentle sky.






Suellen Wedmore, Poet Laureate for the small seaside town of Rockport, Massachusetts, has been published in Green Mountains Review, College English, Phoebe, Larcom Review, The Cancer Poetry Project, and others.  Recently she won first place in the national Writer’s Digest rhyming poem contest, first place in the Byline Magazine annual literary contest, and first place in the George Bush Presidential Library and Museum annual writing competition.  In 2003, she retired after 24 years working as a speech and language therapist to enter the MFA in Creative Writing program at New England College in Henniker, New Hampshire. Contact Suellen.



Poem
by Tracy Vogel for painting by Jack Richards:


'Painting From Within'

On top of creation, I see within
With eagle eyes, within I see,
Every motion, every detail
Soaring in, captivated, mesmerized with rays of light.
Vivid colors dark and light
On top, within me, I withdraw...



PAINTING (By Jack Richards)
By Piper Bold - fifth grade student


Pretty as a flower,
delicately painting by the hour.
Canvas covered in bamboo trees,
silently crouching on her knees.
Blissfully unaware the day's gone by,
it's hard for her to say good-bye.

Linda Cook has a poem published in a prior issue issue (which she created in her You, Me and Poetry class at LSS)
- see Seeking Self on the Poetry page. It was chosen a the best poem of the class.

Linda studied under Lea Schizas in her class, Writing Fiction Express at the Long Story Short School of Writing.  Here's what she said about the class:  " I enjoyed my class with Lea so much so that I signed up for her other one as well as an essay class with J. Brown.  Can't wait.  It's given me a much needed boost.  I've been spreading the word about the classes at LSS - they are affordable and full of perks."
LIMERICK:
By Linda Cook

There is a handsome man I adore
On bended knee promises all and more.
Secrets vowed never to keep
So sincere he made me weep
What a shock to discover - He Snores!

TANKA
by Linda Cook


Watching for a sign
A shy glance, the slightest smile
Parents interfere
Hands flutter, fingertips touch
Speaking words unnecessary





HAIKU:
By Suellen Wedmore, Poet Laureate


Those rolling dunes, how
they call to me, rewake me,
soothing as the sea

Half moon slice to thin --
skewer it with an eyelash,
Pray winter be short


LIMERICK
By Tracey Vogel


Running down the street
On every corner there's a beat.
Smack dab, our heads bump
And down on our rumps we fall.
A little leprechaun I did met ..