A Poem by Rayanne Sinclair

Rayanne Sinclair is a novelist who includes poetry in her works. This poem is published with the author's permission.

Espíritu

By Rayanne Sinclair

Beneath the grassy berm, alas her spirit rises.

It’s love she seeks tonight, enclothed in her disguises.

Finding a lonely drunkard, streetlit face turned frown.

She appears a friendly visage, determined and unbound.

Take me home the whisper, I’ll be good company.

Arm in arm they stumble, off to his destiny.

Before the glint of dawn, she has devoured him whole.

Back underground is she, beneath the grassy knoll.

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Night is a Time to Ponder

Night Pondering


Why do I wait till night to think about the day?
In the silent stillness,
my thoughts swirl like a storm
in my mind.
I think about what I did
and what I could have done better.
Crickets chirp outside my window.
I look outside at the stars,
connect to some mystery…



Why do I wait till night to ponder the day?
I try to predict my actions,
what tomorrow will bring
but I realize I cannot control the future
nor can I change the past.
I must be content with now,
with chirping crickets and starry heaven,
trying to connect to some mystery…



Why do I wait till night to ponder the spent day?
Saying my prayers, I close my eyes and know
I will repeat my ways tomorrow.
I will return to my bed,
hear the crickets chirp
and consider the stars,
trying to connect to some mystery…

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.


--Ethan Seevers (Grade 11)