Bandaging Broken Branches

Bandaging Broken Branches

The trees that grow all around us,

The trees that grow all around us,

They seem to be limitless to me.

They seem to be limitless to me.

They all seem to grow around us

Trees, that be to me, limitless.

Slow moving explosions that burst within,

Slow moving explosions that burst within,

My heart has never healed any holes.

My heart has never healed any holes.

My heart, moving explosions that burst slow,

has never healed any holes within.

The roots grow firm from the ground,

The roots grow firm from the ground,

Sturdier than the tree holding me up.

Sturdier than the tree holding me up.

The tree grows up from the ground

Holding me sturdier than the firm roots.

Healed trees seem to be moving

Around me, my roots grow from

Within the ground burst slow, to us

The firm grow, the limitless tree

That has heart holes holding up roots.

To all the tree, never has explosions.


I wrote this paradelle because I like trees. :)

Elegy for Lost Infinities - Poetry Midterm

here it be

Paradelle Made Public - Paradelle for Liam Neeson

In all honesty, I'm not sure where this came from. I just began writing sentences that came to my mind, and soon enough, I realized there could be a connection to Taken within my paradelle.

Paradelle for Liam Neeson

If there is a Heaven, there is a Hell.

If there is a Heaven, there is a Hell.

For every shot fired, a shot taken.

For every shot fired, a shot taken.

For every shot taken, there is a Hell,

if Heaven fired.

City of Lights, Paris is.

City of Lights, Paris is.

Restaurants and art fill the streets.

Restaurants and art fill the streets.

Paris is restaurants and art.

Lights of city fill the streets.

Paris and London, two opposites.

Paris and London, two opposites.

One is rich, one is cultured.

One is rich, one is cultured.

Paris is cultured, one two opposites.

And London is rich.

There is a city of opposites

Light and the rich fill the streets.

Heaven, Hell, Paris, London,

For every art restaurant,

If cultured two fired, one shot

TAKEN.

Paradelle For a Man Preparing a Flower

Paradelle for Chipotle

Paradelle for Chipotle: Mary Jane Ripley and Maddie Zomb

A Broken Paradelle

A Broken Paradelle

Never drop a glass vase on the pavement

Never drop a glass vase on the pavement

Or else the flowers will die in your care

Or else the flowers will die in your care

The pavement will die, or else your care

Never on a drop in the glass vase flowers.

The red bowl will shatter if you hit it

The red bowl will shatter if you hit it

Across the table and off of the ledge

Across the table and off of the ledge

If the ledge hit it across and off,

You will shatter the table of the red bowl.

Always hold your hot mug with two hands

Always hold your hot mug with two hands

Otherwise it may fall and crack open

Otherwise it may fall and crack open

Open hands hold hot with two, always

It may otherwise crack your mug and fall.

Never hold your pavement, your hot mug

A vase may otherwise shatter, else, if you care

The flowers fall across it and die red

Will the glass with two hands on drop,

Or will the bowl in the table crack

Always hit it open and off of the ledge.



For this paradelle, I focused on things that could break. This is why I picked a bowl, a mug, and a vase. This made it easy to include imagery in my poem.

Paradelle for Utah

Paradelle for Utah

The stars turn always above me

The stars turn always above me

They're brighter in Utah

They're brighter in Utah

Always brighter, they're me.

In Utah, turn above in the stars.

Your speakers stutter on the bass

Your speakers stutter on the bass

We all drive better through the desert

We all drive better through the desert

Drive your speakers better on the desert,

we all stutter through the bass

My hands shake in the frost

My hands shake in the frost

I breathe in miles of air

I breathe in miles of air

Frost breathe, my hands in miles

Shake I of the air

The bass brighter drive speakers in the desert

Through miles of frost, the air of shakes

Hands, they're stars! stutter above me

Utah the I.

I'd just come back from Utah before writing this poem, and I felt that the paradelle would capture the experience pretty well.