Sunlight Dapples the long white laundry line. Holding the plastic basket On my sore hip I lift a battered, hand-knitted Cream-colored dishcloth And hang it on the line. A monarch butterfly flits about the yard And a daring mourning dove Tries to settle herself On the laundry line. I watch the line Swaying in the cool breeze. The sun dances across The towels And splatters them with color Like an artist’s palette Dotted with creamy-yellow paint. Hanging the last towel I step back to survey my work. Isabel Sutter, 12Houston, Texas
Poetry-Reflections
Ocean Memories
As the notes take me I try to remember The ocean Mom and Dad stand by me Deeper we go Jumping big waves My parents lifting me up to jump Dolphin fins out in the horizon Laughing then Longing now For the sea to sweep me Off the ocean floor As it did a few years ago If only I could go back Into childhood memories See what I did not savor enough Be there once more And I go there As I fall sound asleep And my dreams carry me back out to sea Eden A. Marish Roehr, 9Venice, California
Cubing
He holds the cube in his hands The unbreakable puzzle, Or so they say Flexing his fingers He holds it gingerly Like a trusted friend The stopwatch beeps His fingers fly over the cube Attacking the colors Orange, green, blue, and whites Spark through the air In graceful motions, his fingers Working like bees Shift through the layers Suddenly, Out of the blue The cube emerges from his palms Like a miracle, the cube is whole once again The stopwatch beeps And the magic stops Andrew Lee, 13DeWitt, New York
