Coffee
I am not used to
Someone remembering
How I like my coffee
But when you had it made
With two thirds of a Splenda sugar packet
A tablespoon of cream
Six stirs clockwise
And set it in front of me with a
Grin and laughing eyes
I didn't even need the coffee
To feel warm inside
Arumann Dhillon
Arumann is a Grade 11 student at Old Scona Academic High School who writes about love and other seemingly simplistic concepts.
Commute
I lift my feet whenever we cross the river
so they don't get wet.
We run up the stairs- the wind comes to a point,
sending leaves flying across the speckled ground
and onto the toes of my shoes, coloured with
phantom river-water from the train ride.
The name of our commute is music,
the purpose to play and to find ourselves;
living with rainbows on our shoes from the river
and starlight in our minds from the beginning.
Erin Anderson
Erin is an aspiring playwright in eleventh grade and spends her time doing theater tech and lovingly bugging her sister.
Of different worlds
Did you see the world shift?
Right then, in that instant? Now it's gone.
Missed and forgotten for a new world,
one you hold in the palm of your hand.
Maybe next time you'll see it,
If you glance up into reality,
next time.
Mia Chin
I'm a student at Ross Sheppard High school. My poems reflect a silent observer in the city.
You Were Born on a Sunday
Last night I forgot your birthday.
When I remembered,
I repeated it to myself seven times.
I heard
If you say something out loud seven times
You won't forget it.
I don't want to lose another part of you.
Grayson Thate
Grayson is Edmonton's third Youth Poet Laureate, and a tap dancer with an affinity for warm socks and large dogs in sweaters.
