Taylor Wilson Poetry

Taylor Wilson - Tufts
V:50 I:3

To Breathe a Daisy

For a day, a year,

perchance, a lifetime,

a bloodred birthday daisy

wilts quietly in a riotous bouquet.

The vase’s base can’t be 

the perfect orb that it appears

or my carpet would be littered

with bloodred daisy tears.

This day, this year

 - no more.

Like the blowing, sopping snow,

it melts into the streaming runoff,

indistinguishable

from the snowflake before it or after or with

but for the breath of a daisy

and water spilling to the floor.

To Breathe a Daisy
For a day, a year,
perchance, a lifetime,
a bloodred birthday daisy
wilts quietly in a riotous bouquet.
The vase’s base can’t be 
the perfect orb that it appears
or my carpet would be littered
with bloodred daisy tears.
This day, this year
 - no more.
Like the blowing, sopping snow,
it melts into the streaming runoff,
indistinguishable
from the snowflake before it or after or with
but for the breath of a daisy
and water spilling to the floor.

Shadows and Reflections

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My Tiny Baby Kitten

Sarah Irving - Texas A&M
Creative Corner

My tiny baby kitten

All three months of her

She bounced around the house

In her snowshoe fur

Her body was a wobbling

She had a little limp

A sciatic nerve was missing

But she was quite the imp

She brought so much joy,

All met her with gladness

Saying goodby when she passed away

Filled my heart with terrible saddness

My wish to my cute kitten

My angel up there

From your new view in heaven

Find joy this new year

My baby walked the rainbow bridge to heaven

To find adventure there

May she look on my new kitten with love and

Know there is love for all kittens here

The Dog Who Did not Want a Bath

Alex King, Virginia-Maryland

Creative Corner, Entry

I needed no alarm clock or siren or bell

For I was awakened by a foul doggie smell

A wet nose in the morning is a pleasant enough thing

But not if your pup has just rolled in something

Some dogs take to water as a rule

But to mine you cannot be more cruel

Than to get her cold or make her wet

She’d rather endure a trip to the vet

Some might avoid the washing chore

And let her smell for a month or more

But on this truth we must conclude

that to stink and smell too much is rude

She ran, she hid, she barked and fled

I chased her round til my face turned red

I caught her, held her, sprayed the hose

She rolled and squirmed and clawed my nose

Battered and bruised, wet and dripping

She kept up the fight, yelping and kicking

At last it was over, my task was complete

My clothes were all soaked from my head to my feet

And why, you may ask, do I still love this cur?

She’s finally clean but I’m now covered in fur

And when I can take no more of it

To anger I could never commit

For one who can fetch and stay and sit

Filled with joy, and life, and wit

But maybe I spoke too soon a bit...

NO LILLIE! Please don’t roll in that poop!

Pumpkin's Green Vines

Jenny Rae Jones, University of Georgia

Creative Corner, Winner

As the sun drifts away,

the scarecrows come out to play.

They dance and leap, through fall’s

leaf heaps.

Splendor is the autumn breeze,

flowing through the dying trees.

The full moon shines, on the pumpkin's

green vines.

The foggy forest glows, as the owl's eye shows.

Throughout the night, the scampering paws

and the bat’s flight.

The darkness through the wood,

as the ghosts sing as they should.

A beautiful autumn night, with only a little

fright. 

A Chance to Touch the Sky

Laura Byers, Ross University

Creative Corner, Winner

A little girl’s dreams are magical things,

And if she’s lucky, they can give her wings.

 A dream, a chance to touch the sky,

Horse as her guide, she learned how to fly.

Whether elegant strides, or difficult rides,

Jumps and falls that made her cry,

Fears were taught be pushed aside,

Because dreams can’t live until you try.

It’s amazing what a horse can provide,

Strength, love, and humbled pride

Responsibility, self-esteem,

All because a little girl followed her dream.

A dream, a chance to touch the sky,

Horse as her guide, she learned how to fly.