Page 14 - The Muse 2019-20 Issue

Abandoned
Monotonous words, grey written on white
No thoughts
nor emotions infused into the words
No intricate details
to guide it through history
No elaborate
rhythm, pattern or feeling
Just words,
waiting to be thrown away
Forgetting
is the only way out
But.
Maybe somewhere Sometime, someone
Will find this poem
And remember
What its story foretold
-Olivia Bueno, Grade 7
Blue Ribbon
Olivia Bueno, Grade 7
The Pen
I write words filled with memories, meaning, Words created by symbols, carved onto paper,
I allow dreamers to record their ideas of the future,
recollections of the past,
I have built stories, messages comprised of jumbled words, Like mazes of expression, getting lost in their eloquence,
I am not consistently black, blue,
I am known to have many different hues, personalities, Once smudged, my work is illegible, lost,
Only to be covered and redone,
As I run out of my ink, I am found pointless, unusable, Inevitably thrown away, reunited with others of my kind, All broken, purposeless,
But I shall not fret, for I have accomplished much,
Each character forever engraved into that white surface,
dirtied with my ink.
-Julia Witherspoon, Grade 7
Judges’ Award Blue Ribbon
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