Guest Teacher Inspired Poems

So, these are the poems I wrote when the guest teacher came to teach. I thought this class was interesting and even though the poetry may not be rockin’, I enjoyed the process.

Poem one:
A river of icy-snow death, at least that’s what my friends and I call it, is beneath the windows. Ice covers the walk ways with off white and gray colors I don’t want to see anymore. Bare trees extend their naked branches over (where I’m sure) I’ll fall on my ass.

Poem two:
There is a river of icy snow death,
At least that’s what my friends and I call it.
And it is beneath the windows.
Snow and ice cover the walk ways with
Off white and gray colors I don’t want to see anymore.
Bare trees extend their naked branches over where I’ve fallen.
But today, I don’t care.

(I know I didn’t change much, but I feel the attitude at the end of the poem is little different.)

Poem three:
There is a river of icy snow death,
At least that’s what my friends and I call it.
And it is beneath the windows.
Snow and ice cover the walk ways with
Off white and gray colors I don’t want to see anymore.
Bare trees extend their naked branches over where I’ve fallen.
But today, I don’t care.

Today, winter doesn’t prevail.
No matter the storm that flickers light,
There is enough light to see that God hasn’t forgotten me.