By Annie Nybo
Those seemingly aimless wanderings
Across the Middle Earth
Appear a useless waste of time
But to me they proove their worth
To kings who have taught mercy
To princes who've sung of love
To Sir Malconnel the hopeful one
To inspiration from above
Thanks to Tolkien and Pratchett
To Barker for Abarat
Thank you R.A. Salvatore
For writing books like that
For that precious style
For places only I have seen
For the majesty of literature
For Fantasy, meleth nin.
By Annie Nybo
One arm hooked under the thin strap
Of a small, stylish make-up bag
The other holding a cell phone:
"I'm going to prom with Alec tomorrow...
I know! Is'nt it exciting? Mmm-hmm...
Ya, I got the dress last week." She floats
Across the flat pavement - never walks.
Someone of her status would never walk.
Beginning the final stretch towards Ocean Knoll
Crossing the street to avoid the dirt
None would dare come near her anyway.
She sees friends talking, laughing
A lacrosse player trudges up the hill
Through the dirt - he does not fear it.
Kicking up clouds of sandstone dust as he walks
Past the cars of students, parents. Dodging
The F-150 as it backs up.
If it were winter, leaves and dead grass
Would clutter her way.
Eucalyptus trees reaching for the sun's warming rays
Praying that the disease will never find them
Growing taller and taller
Towering over the ornamental plumb
That shades the baseball statue in the front yard
Which is now shorter than the house itself.
But this is glorious April, and California
Is swiftly plunging into summer
Roses and fortnight lillies spurting out of
Trash laden lawns.
The ocean breeze ruffles her skirt,
Kisses each flower
Though many streets away,
The sea smiles, sparkles in the sunlight
Inviting her to dive in.
She climbs over the bright school grass
To the silver sports car waiting, blonde hair
Flying like a soaring bird,
Puts her cell phone in her pocket and
Fumbles with the door handle,
THen primly sits upon the Eddie Bauer interior as
Her father speeds away.
As the dust settles,
A mask floats as she did
Gently to the ground
Depositied until tomorrow
When she shall wear it again.
By Annie Nybo
"Listen, listen, listen.
There's danger ahead!
No! Stop walking!
Come back!
Don't you understand
The peril soon to come?
Why won't you stop?!?
You have one last chance!
Stop! Now! No! Stop!
LISTEN TO ME!"
But she walked to the edge
And plummeted to her doom
The wind sighed as she fell
And wished her to rise.
"You should have listened, my child,
To your friend in the skies."
By Annie Nybo
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
How uncomfortable that must be
And how sad to never sing the song
OF head, shoulder, toe, and knee.
By Annie Nybo
It crowned my birthday cake
In fluffy pink glory
A soft summer sunset
That supported circus animals
Frozen in place
That sweet scent tickled my nose
And I came back again, and again, and again, for more.
Now I smell the frosting again
The ever-potent fragrance reaches me
From across the field
The cakewalk is the only way
To claim my cherished prize
I try and try and try, but never win.
