more revised poems
here are some poems that i revised in a series of workshops with summer brenner(author of Ivy) over bring break. I got inspired after tibby posted her work. I'm now going to frame a few copies of each and send the rest off to magazines like, Teen Ink, New Moon and Cicada, in hopes of getting published. Wish me luck....... well anyway here goes:
The Flower of My Life
My life is a flower
a newborn seed, gently tended
My flower blossoms
along with the first spring tulips
I am thirteen now
a flower just starting to open
Sometimes I find myself
lost and confused
Wandering through the garden
where my flower first grew.
The blossoming flower
will die on my deathbed.
What would it be like if people and flowers were immortal
would the flower of my life keep blossoming?
By Antonia DeMichiel , 2005
Special Sunset
By Antonia DeMichiel, 2004
The hazy blue sky is a blanket
protecting me
from all other things
this sky is a bubble
I get embraced by this bubble
as I watch the sun fade away
it seems this sun
was made to set
right now
when I am here
because this sunset
only comes once
and there will never be
one like this again
Off in the distance
I see a ridge
it is a barrier
that lets the sun shine
only so far above it
and so far below it
this peak is a filter
that helps me get
sucked into this place
the ridge is the sun’s sacred protector
it sandwiches the sun between its edges
The clouds scatter
like pieces of fairy dust
each taking their own shape and color
gray and white clouds
blanket the sky
my warmest pillow
clouds come forward
distinctly
against the backdrop these reddish orange tones
I’m letting my mind take me
to an unknown place
from my perch on this rock
I’m absorbing these beautiful rays
brought here
just for me
Off in the distance I see
a very faint line
of light
which is the only
remaining
streak of light
left in this sunset
Just seconds from now
the last streak
of light will disappear
and the animals will awaken
the river current will slow
and the animals will start to roam
in a world of unpredictable happenings
and the sunset
that is my special sunset
will never appear again.
Please leave comments....... I'll love you forever if you do.
Peace,
Antonia
The Flower of My Life
My life is a flower
a newborn seed, gently tended
My flower blossoms
along with the first spring tulips
I am thirteen now
a flower just starting to open
Sometimes I find myself
lost and confused
Wandering through the garden
where my flower first grew.
The blossoming flower
will die on my deathbed.
What would it be like if people and flowers were immortal
would the flower of my life keep blossoming?
By Antonia DeMichiel , 2005
Special Sunset
By Antonia DeMichiel, 2004
The hazy blue sky is a blanket
protecting me
from all other things
this sky is a bubble
I get embraced by this bubble
as I watch the sun fade away
it seems this sun
was made to set
right now
when I am here
because this sunset
only comes once
and there will never be
one like this again
Off in the distance
I see a ridge
it is a barrier
that lets the sun shine
only so far above it
and so far below it
this peak is a filter
that helps me get
sucked into this place
the ridge is the sun’s sacred protector
it sandwiches the sun between its edges
The clouds scatter
like pieces of fairy dust
each taking their own shape and color
gray and white clouds
blanket the sky
my warmest pillow
clouds come forward
distinctly
against the backdrop these reddish orange tones
I’m letting my mind take me
to an unknown place
from my perch on this rock
I’m absorbing these beautiful rays
brought here
just for me
Off in the distance I see
a very faint line
of light
which is the only
remaining
streak of light
left in this sunset
Just seconds from now
the last streak
of light will disappear
and the animals will awaken
the river current will slow
and the animals will start to roam
in a world of unpredictable happenings
and the sunset
that is my special sunset
will never appear again.
Please leave comments....... I'll love you forever if you do.
Peace,
Antonia