2009 Tenth Grade Winning Poems

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Poems on a Bench

I strive to settle a poem on a bench.

I feel the bell’s hunger to sound, its thirst for time to expire.

I glance at a clock ticking like an eager bomb, anxious to explode,

gears winding moments.

My eyes wander… There

is a skirt, and I cannot eradicate her

from my gaze.

Not even

 for

a second.

I try

to concentrate,

but

my mind is

tangled, or entangled,

choked, suffocated

by the legs

of

seconds

past.

by Tom Hartwell

10^th grade, Iolani School