All the King's Men Found Poem

A New Light
This cracked sylight under which we stand
provides barely enough light to shine
on the sun- bleached sand.
The ocean, filled with brine,
leaves all glistening with moisture.
I look up, and stars and crescents
in the sky are together cloistered.
The moon shines with its brilliance,
the silence bulges and creaks,
the waves come in a beautiful reciprocal motion,
I finally find the one most unique,
and I learn that love is not just fiction.

Emily Dickinson Method Poem

Shift

The time before

it happens,

the time while

you anticipate,

can seem so

very slow

and yet pass

so quickly.

As you wait,

lost in

times of bliss,

change creeps,

makes its move,

never revealing

where it goes

until it

takes its leave.