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Putrid Poetry: Day 17: Bloody Memory

April 17, 2016 By Laura

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #17: Concrete Poem

   Bloody Memory

      After             math a
velvet valentine    as red as the
blood from the famous 2nd-grade pencil
sharpener accident waits on my desk like a
bomb. My name is written on the front
in flowery letters. There is lace all
around the edge, like the heart
is a rabid red dog foaming
at the mouth. The whole
class watches. They
avoid my eyes.
They giggle.
Someone
really
hates
me

I followed your advice to be surprising. Most girls think Valentines are beautiful. Surprise! They’re awful. Remember this tragedy, Miss S? Nobody got in trouble for it, but I bet you know who’s guilty. It’s not too late!

Ah, Louis, I could never punish someone for revealing her true heart. That is a brave and terrifying thing to do.
 

Go Fly a Kite
by Goldie Granmoti

Above the kite, the pressure’s low.
The air’s a streaming, breezy flow.

Below the kite, the pressure’s higher.
Up! Up! Up! This one’s a fly-er!

Lift fights drag.
Lift wins!

That’s
why…

 

  your kite
                    can dance
                                           across 

                               the sky!

Talent show possibility: Bran and I showed Miss S how we could burp God Bless America. Marty even joined in for the last note.
With a “bonus.”
Miss S Said no.

Tagged With: Laura's poems, National Poetry Month 2016, Putrid

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