Leigh :) Stark

Category: Poetry

  • Haiku on a bus

    The bus smells of tired
    Autumn cold bites slow
    “Home James” will be said soon

  • Darkness Calls

    It flies above you
    Swiftly, gently, calling the wind to it’s power
    It flies with a great risk, into the song of danger
    Claps of thunder, lights of lightning, and a great stream of color
    Your eyes watch the sky for a few minutes
    A tear streams down your eye
    “That’s life,” your head tells you
    But to yourself, you think there’s something more you can do
    You take a newspaper out of a rack, go to shelter, and read carefully
    It takes you a while, but soon you realize it
    The song of World War III was never meant to be
    Your life was never meant to be shortened as it is right now
    You call each leader, and try to speak to them
    Each leader is out, trying to fight a war that will never be over
    Running, you head to a helicopter
    Pain strikes
    You grab your arm to find out that it’s been shot
    Without turning your head, you start the engine to the helicopter
    Pain strikes yet again
    This time, to the helicopter, not to you
    The fuel tank has been shot and is now leaking
    There isn’t much time
    The helicopter flies into the middle
    Your voice, hooked up to a loud speaker, is projected in a 50 mile radius
    Everyone hears you
    You look down at the fuel gage
    “Empty”
    The helicopter starts to fall
    A child sees the stream of color arise from where you died
    A tear drops down their cheek
    The war has been stopped
    And your name, was called into the darkness

    **This poem received 3rd place in the Dallas PTA chapter of the Reflections program in 1997**