I Gaze/I Saw A Car and Thought/My Thoughts While Trapped

THREE poems? Oh boy how exciting. Anywhomst, this was written in fifth grade so I apologize but I'm trying to throw all of my old poetry into the void entitled the Internet so I have a place for it.

I gaze

I gaze out of the window, into my tiny shred of the world.

Slowly setting sun on grass, golden light fades to not quite shadows.

Trees crane their necks in the wind,

Where I could be,

On a bike, thinking softly,

Or cartwheeling, the crisp almost-summer grass grazing my palms with a wet but gentle touch.

Sigh.

I return to my inside, where the shadows are longer, and I have more control.

One last glance.

Outside

Careless and happy

The sweet almost summer breeze welcoming me deeper into my huge, extravaganza of a world.

Where there are no windows, no walls,

to stop me from dancing farther into the almost summer, almost sunset.

Where my ceiling is the sky,

The grass is my bed,

The world is my life.

I saw a car and thought

I saw a car on my side of the street,

and thought.

What if we had no control over where the cars took us?

On a rainy day,

it drives all the way to a sunny place?

On a cold day,

rolls all the way to a warmer, happier spot?

What if planes flew wherever they wanted?

If it was rainy back home, could they just detour and go to Hawaii?

Or Italy?

If the world could go anywhere?

If it got too boring in space, would Earth just

roll through the sky to a nicer place?

But we have control.

And we just sit there, wondering

where to go?

My Thoughts While Trapped

With hours, confined to a desk and chair,

My mind begins to wander.

I wish I could travel with my mind, to extraordinary places.

I could swim in clear, blue oceans,

Or fly among the stars.

I could feel sunlight on my skin,

Or see my breath in chilled air.

Or perhaps I might run in fields of lemongrass,

And dance to the whistling wind.

I could climb the tallest trees because I wanted,

Boat across a river at midnight.

I could rappel down the face of a canyon,

Or lurk in caves where I’m not supposed to lurk.

Given the chance, I may

Stand in the rush of a waterfall,

Sit on rooftops that aren’t mine and watch the sun set.

Roll around in fields of daffodils,

Sit in a tree in an apple orchard.

Follow a butterfly around and around as long as you can,

Lay in a field in the deepest dark and count the stars.

Sit for hours in an old rocking chair,

Run across a beach that stretches for miles.

Spend hours and hours looking for a perfect stone,

Explore a forest you’ve never explored before.

But what do you do when you’ve done it all?

When you’ve done everything you thought you can do?

You do more.

Author's Note

Good lord fifth grade me, can you learn to write soon thanks

Reviews

[G.W. Saitreux]

Quite a pleasant collection of poems, I really enjoy your use of metaphors and it really has an impassioned and positive tone throughout all three while each poem retains selective themes on their own merit. I quite liked these poems. Thanks for sharing!

[Madeleine Celeste]

Why thank you!