the creativity pool at dulaney high

poetry

Echinocactus

Echinocactus

You can describe me as a cactus; I’m not flourishing with pigmented petals, Or enveloped in a multitude of leaves, But I’m pleasingly simple. What I appear to be truly doesn’t define my whole, My real potential resides within me. I’ll guard even my weaknesses […]

Solanum Tuberosum

Solanum Tuberosum

Sprouting out from the dank, old sod, you grew, The babe of nurturing Mother Nature, A starchiness that makes hearts feel anew, Tawny brown hues complete its portraiture. Not exclusive to the Irish people, The rich culinary necessity, Restaurants the church and you: the steeple, […]

Favorite Colors Can Change

Favorite Colors Can Change

Neon colors were loud. They attracted the eye and demanded to be seen. I was quiet. I kept in a corner any color that tried to escape me. I did not deserve to be looked at. Pastel colors were soothing. They took the harshness out […]

COY CANDLES

COY CANDLES

The edge of my bed, dry fingers dance through a flame. Tiny candles after long days make tired brains tame. Scented eucalyptus with vanilla, or whatever you may desire. Lighting the wick with a match creates the most soothing of fire. Pull the drapes, flip […]

Yellow

Yellow

Yellow, I suppose that describes me well Yellow can be happy, a bright cheery sun in the morning A well timed joke, a smile to make your day A firefly in August midnight Yellow can also be ugly, an artist’s garish mishap Sticking out awkwardly […]