By Junior Levi Kassinove
Something is in the air, and it’s not autumn. The annual Palm Valley School Poetry Recitation quickly approaches. I asked our bloggers to speak to, for, against, about poetry–or compose their own original verse. Levi and his soul ask “Why?”
Blog Advisor Zachik
On a large beach towel
Draped across humble grass
Ideas ferment
What is ascent?
Surrounded by reality and griffins
A lost soul gazes in an esoteric direction
It sees smoke arising from fiery grass
Missiles of infinite malice flying through space
Screams of regret
Of lost hope
The soul turns to a brilliant light sitting beside it
“Why?”
Experience is the essence of life
The light homogenizes back into the universe
Time is an arbitrary concept
It’s not too late to start over
Because the god of wisdom
Is you