Thursday, February 08, 2007
The Grade 11's were given the assignment to write a poem capturing a moment. Here are two, one by Fateh Singh and one by Dharmatma Kaur, with very different sentiments: one to make you laugh, the other to make you cry.
Sparking Moment
by Fateh Singh
A sparking moment
I’m supposed to write
So I will say it
in this light
I cannot think
of what to say
So I will write
‘bout this today.
I do not have
one memory
Of any moment
that brings to me
That inspiration
to write something
With rhyming lines
that you can sing
I hope that this
you’ll still accept
As my classwork
though it hasn’t kept
To the assignment
you have given
But this is what
I have written.
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Lady
by Dharmatma Kaur
The sound of hoof stepping on the cold black tar
The feeling… knowing something is wrong
Panic coming up inside of me
Panic that now the time has come
Panic that now it is, to say Goodbye
The hope that nothing is happening
The hope it is not the time to say Goodbye
The fear of losing Lady
The fear of death taking away what I love
Knowing that I will miss her more than I already do
Saying Goodbye in a language which she does not understand but
I know she does…
I understand what she is telling me…
And both we try to run away
Both we drown in our memory
We go back one more time,
Until death takes her away from me.
Sparking Moment
by Fateh Singh
A sparking moment
I’m supposed to write
So I will say it
in this light
I cannot think
of what to say
So I will write
‘bout this today.
I do not have
one memory
Of any moment
that brings to me
That inspiration
to write something
With rhyming lines
that you can sing
I hope that this
you’ll still accept
As my classwork
though it hasn’t kept
To the assignment
you have given
But this is what
I have written.
____________________________________________________________
Lady
by Dharmatma Kaur
The sound of hoof stepping on the cold black tar
The feeling… knowing something is wrong
Panic coming up inside of me
Panic that now the time has come
Panic that now it is, to say Goodbye
The hope that nothing is happening
The hope it is not the time to say Goodbye
The fear of losing Lady
The fear of death taking away what I love
Knowing that I will miss her more than I already do
Saying Goodbye in a language which she does not understand but
I know she does…
I understand what she is telling me…
And both we try to run away
Both we drown in our memory
We go back one more time,
Until death takes her away from me.