In our Live Online Poetry class, students are asked to write many styles of poetry including this free form poem written by Bruce Lorenzana. To learn more about our classes click HERE.
They work frenetic-like to pay their bills,
To eat their fills, to cure their ills then lose
Their job. They raise and rear their kids, but in
Some years, despite their groundings, lectures, all
Their efforts lose. They see their kids have razed
Themselves. They make their laws to cage their flaws
Inside the walls they deem as good. But still,
Their laws don’t fix their faults, or heal their hurts,
Preserve the peace, or gag their gripes. Two planes
Wreck towers, Wall Street crashes, shooters kill,
Men arm themselves to scourge each other’s lands,
The earth upheaves and swallows cities, storms
Rip through an island, surges rise and sink
The world. The closing of the day, there’s not
Much they can say except: “It’s gonna be
ok.” They are such woeful leaves: born on
The ground, uplifted by the wind—ign’rant
To north, or south, or east, or west. It still,
However, blows them down to mountain peaks,
High up to depths of trenches, into vast
Expanses of the outer space for no
Apparent reason but to drop them on
The ground again, expecting t’morrow’s wind.
Bruce Lorenzana is a 16-year-old sophomore and this is his fourth year at VSA. He enjoys eating Hispanic food, studying and writing poetry, and playing piano and cello. Bruce and his family currently live in Palm Coast, Florida.
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