Poem: Sitting In My Tree

Hello, friends! It’s Monday, which means a post! This semester, I’m taking a class on American Poetry, and that made me think about my poetry class from last year. So this week, I thought I’d share a fun poem that I wrote for that class. I hope you enjoy it!

Sitting In My Tree

C.B. Cook

 

No one notices me

sitting in my tree.

 

I look down as

people walk past,

eyes down,

not looking around,

and no one bothers

to turn their eyes UP.

 

If they did, they might

see me in the morning light,

admiring how the sun

sets that one

green leaf ablaze

with golden fire.

 

But instead, I look out,

a secret spying scout,

safe in my cave of leaves

because no one really sees

beyond my shield

and I’m smiling because

 

no one notices me

sitting in my tree.

I hope you enjoyed that poem! I did, in fact, write it while sitting in a tree. 😀 I know most people either love poetry or hate it, so what’s your opinion on poetry? Do you like writing it or reading it better?

Stay safe, have a good week, and don’t forget to wear your mask! ❤

Poem: Too Fast

Well, hello, friends! Look who’s posting something more than once a month! As I mentioned earlier this year, I have a poetry class this semester where I have to write a poem once a week. I’ve found that I actually enjoy writing poetry sometimes, as long as I get to write about something that makes sense to me. So here’s a poem that I wrote before spring break (and coronavirus), that I thought I’d share with all of you! Enjoy!

 

Too Fast

C.B. Cook

 

Slow.

Down.

You’re too busy.

 

You’re always running around with your head turned down to your phone and working on homework and going to work and wasting time while you keep going and going and going and never taking a breath or stopping and never taking time to actually look at the people around you while you’re absorbed in your own little life not even noticing how the days and months flit past you and no matter what I do I can’t get you to

 

look

up.

 

See the stars.

See the clouds.

Breathe in the

fresh, clean air

after the rain.

See the sunset

reflected in the pond,

setting the water ablaze.

 

Just.

Stop.

Breathe.

 

So there’s the poem! What are your thoughts on poetry? Like it, love it, hate it? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below!