Saturday, April 21, 2007

English 121 (fiction and poetry writing)

Waiting for Kenton
(Who was born on July 14, 2006)

Bright. Too bright. But the light stayed stubborn.
I wiped sweat again.
Hot. Too hot. But the kids played on, unaffected.
Somewhere in a neighboring town
A mother was probably pushing, breathing, calling for ice.
I couldn't see the blue of the sky
Just yellow. Too yellow.
I wiped sweat again.
Time was creeping, air stagnant
The kids ran and jumped,
Their hair drenched.
Red-painted metal mondey bars,
Not a swing to be found.
Who forgot to build swings?
The sun was bearing down
I wondered if the mother was too.
Oh child, stop, rest, think!
Your face is the color of tomatoes:
Red. Too red. But you run anyway.
You must.
The baby must cry.
The baby must live.
So you run anyway.

5 comments:

Emmy said...

I like that part about forgetting to put swings up :D

Rebekah said...

Yes, I am rather fond of that part too. I'm not sure how many of the poems from this class I should post here (considering its insecure nature). What do you think? Maybe facebook would be safer?

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I'd go with facebook...stalkers are weird :)

Anonymous said...

I miss you Rebekah!!!
love
Sarah

Little Wolf said...

Oooo, that was a lovely poem!! I look forward to reading more of your poems on facebook if you go that route! :)

Love,
Kathy