Hark – Personal Poetry Collection

I’m feeling good this week. Like I can do anything. I rarely write poetry when I feel this way, but the one time I did was impressive. At least to me. The words came to me as I walked to my Organic Chemistry lecture my junior year in university. I remember rushing to my seat to scribble down the words as my professor began addressing the class. Please, do listen.

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November 2016

Hark

And so we will stand

upon this land.

We will not bury our heads in the sand.

Our voices ringing loud,

refusing to bow,

because the time for change is now.

 

Get up.

Fill your cup.

Do not rupt.

Interrupt,

Intervene,

Make a new scene.

 

One of color and spark-

that needs no bark

and has no sharks.

Only us larks.

Leaving our marks.

 

Hark

our voices ringing loud

that intervene

to make new sound.

 

There is beauty to be found.

Towards it I am bound.

Please join me on my cloud.

 

I am nothing you have ever seen,

so on me do lean.

 

Friends, hark!

And together, we shall make light in this dark.

 

 

 

 

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Note: Photo credit to Wenshu Chen/USFWS

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