by Emylee Ballo
For the first time, I saw someone
in two places at once.
His elementary legs four yards ahead of his mind
running away from the bullying stick-throwers
his brain longed to name friends.
The little boy didn’t resemble the others—
dirtier than the path he ran on
smaller than the single-portion meal he didn’t receive
But more joyful than the songs he clapped to
in the third-world classroom.
I didn’t know his name
but to him, I was “Teacher.”
I only wanted to help aide his time left on earth—
Just have him sit on the side a spare moment
and if he waited with his water
he would receive a double portion.
A poem by Christine Fusselman, Class of 2016
radiate like fire’s glow.
As embers rise into the dark,
flaming foliage twists, turns,
descends from lofty limbs.
Tugged from their summer home
by autumn’s whistling winds.
Beautiful turns ugly,
falling to the ground.
Withering, rotting, burying itself
within an earthy mound.
Yet, death nurtures life
in the calm, still winter.
Cold turns to warm.
Old becomes new.
Brilliant blooms spring from below
displacing winter’s hue.
Tender stems become strong trees
wrapping themselves in jackets of leaves –
bright, beautiful, colorful leaves.
Poetry is the music of our soul here at The Central Pen, and we have a fantastic community of lyrical artists. From free verse to spoken word to slant rhyme, we love it all, and we are here to share our creative energies with you. Enjoy this submission from one of our homegrown poets.
About the writer.
Deje Butler is 19 years old. Born in Washington, DC, she was raised in Dale City, Virginia. She has recently changed her major to criminal justice (originally business administration). At CPC, she volunteers at the writing center and will be a part of the college’s new drama club. She loves writing and art as well as meeting new people. She also enjoys going to museums of any kind and reading. She says, “I feel like I’m going on a adventure when I do so–its exhilarating!”
As the sun kisses my face goodbye,
feeling its embrace.
This firery relationship between us,
is slowly becoming memories,
memories that once was reality.
The laughs, the smiles,
the love for the blaze.
Rubbing my bare feet on the grass,
watching the leaves changing colors
like an adaptive reptile.
Feeling the greet of a cool breeze.
Here you are again, stepping back in my life.
We meet again.