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Elementary This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.

Sydney S., Byron Center, MI By clericus, Byron Center, MI

Navel orange shedding its
tender petal skin, the soft
dampness of fresh finger-
paint, my little schoolhouse
skirting the street. Curtains
of ash gray road billowing
in ribbons, miles and miles
to the east and west.
Crumbling bricks molded by
hundreds of small hands,
tiny conductors of light
illuminating mortar like starlight.
My slide, my swing set, my
colorful balloons of happy go
lucky plastic. One, two, three
seconds and the toy cars have
already sped away across the
road, tumbling like blocks into
the sfumato sunset.

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2 comment(s)
This is gorgeous. Your descriptions are almost heartrending. Also, you used "sfumato." Gold star, man.
Mar. 15, 2015 at 10:57 PM • Report
I really love how the whole poem is a collage of descriptive images. It moves from one scene to the next. There's no "plot". Instead, it's like a slideshow; or like in films, where they do these montages of images quickly speeding from one to another. Beautifully done. 
Aug. 18, 2014 at 5:17 PM • Report