It's hard to believe, but Project Write 2019 has come to a close. Today we held our end of camp graduation ceremony, celebrating the words and voices of 18 writers who have worked and learned together these last two weeks. As we wrap up this wonderful experience, we're sharing the last of our final pantoum poems by way of a fond farewell to you, our faithful readers. Also, be sure to check out our Flickr account to see great pictures from our time together over the last two weeks. Enjoy!
Zuza's Pantoum
Somewhere back in the fogs of time
I was a child and she was a child
That flicker of long-forgotten memory
Eternally upon my heart
I was a child and she was a child
The more tender and endearing one
Eternally upon my heart
Pondered over the toils that were endured
The more tender and endearing one
Dug out in slow round of years
Pondered over the toils that were endured
In the drifting, swirling dust of ages
Dug out in the slow round of years
That flicker of long-forgotten memory
In the drifting, swirling dust of ages
Somewhere back in the fogs of time
Cora's Pantoum
We live in a world of light
Nothing was concealed or hidden from my view
The destruction was complete
At the thoughts of this my blood is cold
Nothing was concealed or hidden from my view
We sit and watch with idle eyes
At the thoughts of this my blood is cold
What would have happened, had we not met?
We sit and watch with idle eyes
I am not in favor of such a course
What would have happened, had we not met?
I do not think they would be benefitted by the change
I am not in favor of such a course
The destruction was complete
I do not think they would be benefitted by the change
We live in a world of light
Luke's Pantoum
I awoke from my sleep
"Didn't think it would be likely I see you here"
As to your extraordinary code of laws, I cannot but laugh
And now I was indeed wretched beyond the wretches of mere humanity
"Didn't think it would be likely I see you here"
The system here is rigid, strict, and hopeless
And now I was indeed wretched beyond the wretches of mere humanity
In a kingdom by the sea
The system here is rigid, strict, and hopeless
You must remember that arbitrary power is like most other things which are very hard, very liable to be broken
In a kingdom by the sea
"Get yourself a drink, lighten up"
You must remember that arbitrary power is like most other things which are very hard, very liable to be broken
As to your extraordinary code of laws, I cannot but laugh
"Get yourself a drink, lighten up"
I awoke from my sleep
Allen's Pantoum Poem
Remember those who died for us
That all men are created equal
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Our power to begin the world
All of these men are diesel
Honor those so brave
These men have hurled over these tough obstacles
Didn't die in vain
The freedom didn't pave
Self-sacrificing love of a brute
Didn't die in vain
Dreams of unutterable fear
They have been tortured by heavy boots
These are the bits and pieces of the journey
All these events happened like a sphere
Remember those who died for us
Emma's Pantoum Poem
A cloak to hide the heart of a viper
A heart carried by butterflies
I cannot but laugh
In a kingdom by the sea
A heart carried by butterflies
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
In a kingdom by the sea
The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
Tattered signs that hang from trees and hugged by ivy
The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
A feather on a wisp of wind
Tattered signs that hang from trees and hugged by ivy
I cannot but laugh
A feather on a wisp of wind
A cloak to hide the heart of a viper
Clair's Pantoum Poem
Walk down the corridor . . . feel the granite in the walls
Bright as the sun, psychedelic
You find yourself in a field of a million daisies
Hung it with tears streaming from my eyes
Bright as the sun, psychedelic
But we loved with a love that was more than love
Hung it with tears streaming from my eyes
Green with envy, verdant and lush
But we loved with a love that was more than love
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Green with envy, verdant and lush
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
You find yourself in a field of a million daisies
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Walk down the corridor . . . feel the granite in the walls
Ranger Larry's Pantoum Poem
When I am afraid to speak
He has never permitted her to exercise her inalienable right to the elective franchise
What to the slave is the fourth of July?
My friends, this is a wholly unprepared speech, I did not expect to be called upon to say a word
He has never permitted her to exercise her inalienable right to the elective franchise
In the sepulcher there by the sea
My friends, this is a wholly unprepared speech, I did not expect to be called upon to say a word
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
In the sepulcher there by the sea
On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief
On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief
When I am afraid to speak
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