The CSM Creative Writing Club proudly presents its latest collaborative venture into the world of poetry. We’ve gained some fabulous new members, and are proud to showcase their work here.
Each of these poems was written in the following order:
- The first person creates a title and first line
- The second writes a metaphor relating to the title and first line
- The third includes personification
- All proceeding lines are alternating writers continuing the poem.
- The last person in the order finishes the poem
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Written By: Richard Sebastian-Coleman, Braden Egtvedt, Brody, J. West, Molly, Clara Levy, Richard, and Braden
Out of the mud come roots which then become the trunk
As if hit by Bunyan’s axe swings, the top becomes something new; alive
The tree smiled and breathed in the cool morning air
Stretching toward a sky it knows it can never reach.
It feels the fatigue of gravity and takes an alternate path:
And, Upward, upward!
For what is sky to the tree but home?
A sigh of relief, a stretch in the sun
The tree more content and happy than I can ever be
But as I see what a tree can have
Why can’t I have a sky for me?
Written By: Clara Levy, Braden Egtvedt, Richard Sebastian-Coleman, Brody, J. West, Molly, Clara, and Richard
He wasn’t so much a looker, but he was lovely.
Being near his heart was being near a small warm star
The heat of his personality welcomed you in, offered tea,
Like the scent of fresh baked cookies on a cold winter’s night,
His presence brought joy to the room.
His hands were soft electricity
His smile was a live wire.
A conductive yet lopsided grin
that somehow, magnetically lured you in
Oh! How he was lovely!
Because he was an exemplar of what love could be
Light without shadow, magnetic pull without rejection
He wasn’t a looker but that wasn’t the point.
Written By: Molly Baron, Clara Levy, Richard Sebastian-Coleman, Braden Egtvedt, Brody, J. West, Molly, Clara
Twisted metal coated the concrete
The concrete accepted the offering, though it inflicted pain
The body heaved as it was gutted, turning into a corpse, it felt it had a noble death
The metal and the glass and the brick felt the disturbance of a
Trumpet, playing for their funeral.
The song instilled a pain in me,
A cold reminder of my loss, while my eyes held back an ocean
Part of me has died – I have a hole where something was
I cannot hold myself up when what was once inside is gone.
And as the slow chew of the demolition crew works
the gnawing widens the hole to a cavern…
And then I pass. The sound drifts away.
I can no longer hear the ripping, the gutting, the pain
Until another day, until another day.
Written By: Brody, Molly Baron, Clara Levy, Richard Sebastian-Coleman, Braden Egtvedt, J. West, Molly
crisp wind and a flower in the snow,
two skyscrapers bursting through dense , winter-white clouds
blood dripping from the feet of the black brick steps
This tiny point of chaos resonates and ripples through the sleeping forest
Stirring from under its blanket the shoots, the stems, the tiny legs, the ruffling fur
Spring has come as the blanket melts away
Life stirs as colors do
Inspecting the newfound companions
the first time i’ve really felt at home, the first time i’ve belonged
it’s like the first time feeling the warm sun
But deep down, it is marred by my past – I know what I did.
Is there forgiveness in spring?
But as the radiance of sun warms my skin, it heals the winter beneath
and I know
I have been born anew.
Written By: Braden Egtvedt, Brody, Molly, Clara, Richard, Braden, J. West
The tree was the mother and the animals her children
tugging at her bark apron, as she reached up into the cupboard of sunlight to feed them
The mother loved her children, even when they could not understand
“Let me provide for you” she said, “let me be your life”
May my roots hold this ground for you,
May my leaves give you breath,
May there be shelter under my branches,
and may everything that walks and crawls on me call you friend
Let me comfort you when you get full
And let me help you when you are sick
I will be someone you can always look up to
Someone you can always count on
I’ll give you all that I can spare
What I have I will always share.
Names: J. West, Molly, Clara, Richard, Braden Egtvedt, Brody
Some people sip sunlight in honeyed glasses
Refractions of fluid dance into their welcoming mouths
It is as if they tease the person sipping
Tickle the throat and warm the gut
to let sunshine grow within the body
It nourishes that which is weak
And humbles those who are strong
It keeps everyone together
With hope and peace and sweetness
This is what makes good things great