Amnesia
a hollow, deep and wide,
Amnesia took all bit by—
no latest in my thoughts,
sounds bloom like delicate petals,
never do they depart,
but chase and cherish tranquility.
Twilight
Stars cluster under a pool of visions
side by side at twilight. Murmurs under
sparks cloud their route. Gusts push back
waves in their calm basin.
Space grows.
Beneath
Here, where earth and art intertwine,
a mosaic of blues, greens, and reds,
light moves through them, alive.
Golden spires, sharp and towering, pierce
the sky, casting shadows that dance along
green surrounding trees. On another side,
long, slender stalks of deep blue glass emerge
from the soil, stretching in thin, elegant lines.
Beneath the vast glass dome,
flowers bloom in pink and violet,
mingling with the orange and red
tendrils that curl and arc, wild and free,
where boundaries blur and blend.
Here, where I stand beneath a canopy
of glass, a man demonstrates an ancient craft
of glassmaking as a searing, molten orb
turns to a sculpted form, glowing with
the intense heat of its transformation.
Jennifer Choi is a passionate high school student whose love for poetry began at an early age. She finds inspiration in exploring themes of identity, love, and the complexities of the human experience through her writing. Jennifer aspires to connect with others through her poetry and hopes to contribute her voice to the literary community.
Featured image by Shyam M.
