Poems from bowdiemeredith
If I could use my voice to let out a cry,
To let my thunder and vocal lightning strike,
I’d be afraid of the echo that returns,
But I...
“Drum Major, is your band ready?”
A booming voice said over the intercom of the stadium,
I turn around on my conducting ladder, facing the...
A uniquely appearing demeanor,
Plus a little surprise of texture in each bite,
I proudly identify myself with a flavor known to be
Premium...
To be called upon by a force of art
Requires strength challenging to possess.
To create and contribute to this force and its atmosphere
Has...
I found your flyer on the street post by the math building surrounded by neon thumb tacks and uninviting tutoring slips
I am religious...