This week the young Vikings read Rachel Richardson’s “Questions” and wrote lyric poetry exploring their own questions about poetry, life, and the world. I am so proud of the poets below.
“Content” by Dawan T.
If I was a content creator, I would yell in the wonderful area I would be in while filming.
I’m blessedddddd, late night editing, eating popcorn while watching my own content.
“Evelyn” by Nelson N.
How to eat?
Well I guess I know how to eat, it just hurts.
It’s been hard to think about food.
A feeling like a friend you miss but you know
it isn’t good for you.
But it is good for me
or it’s supposed to be.
What foods are healthy?
If I have to eat, I’ll only eat good things.
Maybe
if I can
but gluttony is a sin and I don’t want to burn.
I’m not religious.
How much should a 12 year old weigh?
I guess I’m just curious.
Yep, just curious
I don’t need to know
but it wouldn’t hurt
lke a goal
asspirations
I could drop a few if I cut water.
“Answered on My Own” by Sofia S.
Why does everything change?
The world is never still
always making mistakes.
Time is the biggest mistake.
Baby shoes turn to trainers
to knee high boots
to orthopedic sneakers.
Change is growth
physically or inside.
Why am I afraid?
Maybe my body will collapse.
My brain and memories melting in,
pouring out
Maybe I’ll learn what’s real
in a world of fake.
Maybe I’ll never get better.
Maybe it isn’t ok.
What happens after I die?
I hope I’ve been good enough
to be held and cherished
in Heaven
like my parents promised.
I want to make God proud
but it’s hard
when nothing is certain.
Maybe I”ll fade into nothing,
melting into the casket.
I will feed the earth
and be renewed.
“Mol” by Conor M.
Where is the sun?
Opposite the moon
needing rays in times of gloom.
What is the earth?
Rotating daily
working a job I hate so they pay me.
Who is the man?
On top of corporate
with all the profit
and no sign of forfeit.
Why do things work
the way that they do
90% of us under a shoe?
When is the end?
We all hope it’s not near;
why should death be something to fear?
