Young Writers: Time for Rhymes
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Next Prompt: Silence. Begin a story with this line: They sat without a word to say to each other... Alternate: Gibberish. Ever read Jabberwocky? Write a poem of nonsense and made-up words. Make your reader laugh. Due May 2.
This week, we publish writing in response to prompt, Rhymes:
At first you don’t see her
As you walk by.
Her face is a blur;
You don’t look in her eye.
She won’t look back.
She only hides.
She’s afraid you’ll attack,
She’s afraid of you,
Afraid to be teased.
You walk past her too,
And she’s relieved.
You wait by the door,
Give a casual yawn.
But you look once more,
And she’s gone.
Learning to read is like learning how to fly
but people don’t enjoy it.
I can’t imagine why.
Books can fulfill your fantasies
or tell you about the past
on a ship adrift in stormy seas
in a tale that will always last.
Books can teach you anything, something out of the blue.
They can tell you something about yourself that you never knew.
Books can surprise you; they can make you sad.
They can change your opinion, even if it makes you mad.
Books can be short, or very, very long.
They can help you realize, all this time, that you’ve been wrong.
Books can take you to places where you thought you’d never go.
It may all be inside your head, but you never know.
If you read enough
and think enough
and yell enough
and hide enough
and learn enough
and wait enough
then every book you’ve read before
could become an open door.
It could lead you anywhere you want to go,
Searing heat, or falling snow.
And if that all makes you sore
you can just read some more.
I remember a girl with hair a summer’s breeze
Whose eyes shone like stars
And were as deep as the seas
I remember a girl with a laugh to light towns
Her smile contagious
She never left frowns
I remember a girl with a heart full of scars
Whose soul was in pieces
With self-doubt by the jar
She couldn’t believe the words, “I love you”
So used to her walls
Not knowing what to do
To let someone in was to break her own law
Too afraid to give in
Too icy to thaw
So she pushed away arms that longed to hold her
Stricken with fear from
What they all told her
The black of her past was clouding her eyes
She just couldn’t see
I was telling no lies
Her motto remained and she did as it said
Don’t attach, run away
Before your heart is left dead