2008 Woodie Awards
Poetry Corner
"Writing a poem is discovering." -Robert Frost
Issue date: 9/21/06 Section: Portfolio
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Adam
by Craig Malesra '07
Slink soft down the staircase
out the kitchen window (the door squeaks)
but when you hit the back yard
be a bona fide track star
start the car, six houses down the block.
take six lefts, four rights, all day at a desk sweating this one night
it's seedy here, seamy even.
she cares not for trivialities.
she sees him.
Eve grabs hold of the apple.
she twists.
No fingers running through soft hair
No tracing the outlines of her face
Mash lips. If the eyes link, repel your gaze like four electrons
meeting.
When it's over, champ, go back to Her.
She waits for you.
a cold bed
Tears dried into sticky blotches, patches on smooth skin.
If she wakes, Adam, do what you have always done.
Glide your thick fingers through her downy hair
and when she looks at you
and says the familiar line
tell her again that you will wait
to be her first.
Perfection
by Sarah Arnini '07
I strive for Perfection,
And it leads me to its evil twin procrastination-
In which I may have perfected the skill.
Yet even there I do not find perfection,
Because sometimes I don't put off what I need to do
later, but instead I do it now.
by Craig Malesra '07
Slink soft down the staircase
out the kitchen window (the door squeaks)
but when you hit the back yard
be a bona fide track star
start the car, six houses down the block.
take six lefts, four rights, all day at a desk sweating this one night
it's seedy here, seamy even.
she cares not for trivialities.
she sees him.
Eve grabs hold of the apple.
she twists.
No fingers running through soft hair
No tracing the outlines of her face
Mash lips. If the eyes link, repel your gaze like four electrons
meeting.
When it's over, champ, go back to Her.
She waits for you.
a cold bed
Tears dried into sticky blotches, patches on smooth skin.
If she wakes, Adam, do what you have always done.
Glide your thick fingers through her downy hair
and when she looks at you
and says the familiar line
tell her again that you will wait
to be her first.
Perfection
by Sarah Arnini '07
I strive for Perfection,
And it leads me to its evil twin procrastination-
In which I may have perfected the skill.
Yet even there I do not find perfection,
Because sometimes I don't put off what I need to do
later, but instead I do it now.