October's Elegy

A poem by Gavin -- This is a poem I wrote in about 24 hours (including breaks and sleeping). I was just so inspired by the way the leaves smelled.

Autumn leaves
smell like fresh green--
severed from thin branches
and fallen, to dry, in the
cold sun.

Autumn leaves
look like artists' canvasses--
once green, splashed with
bright red sunlight
and sharp cold air.

Autumn leaves
feel like thin hands--
with once-alive veins
now empty, and soft velvet
like dead fingers.

Autumn leaves
sound like whispering voices--
telling unknown secrets
of Fall's dying, and thinking mutely
of the peaceful end to come.

How to Haiku

A haiku by me -- need a way to remember how to write a haiku? Here's a neat way:

First five syllables,
Then on the next line seven,
Then five yet again.

Phonics

A poem by my dad--this is an interesting little experiment to show how screwed up English phonics is. These five words are spelled with the same letters!

He

thought
it

through,
although
it was
rough,
sitting on the
bough.

Neica's Report On Spherical Blobs

An essay

I saw the creatures eating them. They would go over the same routine: a red blob of flesh would vacate a cavern in the head and, pulsing, stroke a spherical globe on a conical mounting. In doing so, it would have a bit of it get inside the cavern. It would repeat this until the sphere was flattened.

Then they would start using hard white objects that were mounted just inside the opening of the cavern in the head to break off pieces of the conical mounting until it, too, was inside their body.

Meanwhile, they would be expressing feelings of joy and pleasure. Why, I know not. It seemed time-consuming, and perhaps annoying.

They called the substance ayies-kreim. I wonder what its purpose is.