Classroom Poems (Sept 1)

Carolina Ford

My name is Jack

One winters eve,

Spines of cactus heart intertwine with the gears of my clock heart

Breaking the one way to save me from my self brought demise, the slot of my key from Madeleine.

I don’t care, I no longer need it.

For I had all I wanted,

My time with Ms. Acacia.


As numbers and words

Flow from my pen onto page,

I drift again.


Stories of youth told

By those who lived it once before

To those who can now