Royal Blue
Rolling
Rippling
Like the deep blue sea
Calm
Smooth movements
Dancing in the air
like the movements of a ballerina
A soothing
But yet piercing
Effect to the mind
like the sound of rain
On a dark night
Oh, the last impact
That even simple beauty
Has on the mind
About the Creator
AngelBee
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One Minute to Noon
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler6 days ago in Fiction
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