Free Verse
My Rocket
The rocket is on the pad. Have I done everything right? The three sided rocket is my design. It is made of foam board. Will it take the strain of this big of a rocket motor? Or will it be crushed in front of my eyes and flip about dangerously in front of me? Is the rocket motor one of the bad ones that will Cato and hurl pieces about? Or will my rocket be shot high in the sky? At apogee will the delayed charge open the rocket and spill the parachute into the sky? Was there enough chute wading to protect the plastic envelop of the chute so it will open to gently float the four foot rocket to Earth? When I go to recover it will I find it or will it vanish into the landscape unseen?
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
The Webs We Weave
Does she grow weary, I wonder, with the constant task of repair. Is there ever a time she would rather leave the destruction for someone else to fix. If we listened, would we hear her cry out, in the quiet, cursing the sky for the existence she has been tasked with. Does she ever regret her circumstance? Or does she lovingly spin and weave these delicate masterpieces, gracefully content?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
