Samples of Work: Poetry

Sorcerer of Music

He leaned onto the van and held his guitar tightly,
Staring up at me with that crooked grin,
his eyes asking me for my song.
He picked the strings lightly as he waited.
A soft melodic tune played, lulling my eyes closed.
I could still see his image burn bright in my head.
His wavy hair, big brown eyes and long fingers
that continuously manipulated the strings.
It was mesmerizing.
It was haunting.
It was so many things I couldn’t speak.
He cleared his throat and my eyes opened.
He began to sing a song I never heard
But wanted to hear over and over again.
Like water rushing through a stream,
the excitement of the music went through me.
He knew the magic he held within,
a sorcerer of music, power in his hands.
This man without a name
who contained the music within my soul

By: Melissa W.

Hello Loneliness

Your body disappears like a wisp of smoke
Through my fiercely clenched hands.
Turned white at the knuckle.
Desperate and confused.
My heart pounds faster as I watch
It all evaporate into nothing.
All the memories and laughter,
The many tears and the anger.
Nothing will ever bring you back
There are no words I could express
No tears that I could cry.
I would give the world to see you once more.
To see your bright smile,
Your smiling eyes.
But there is nothing I could say.
Except for goodbye to you.
And hello to loneliness.

-By: Melissa W.