no more reading in literature class about a little girl named Heidi who tended goats--now onto higher things such as a man who bleached himself into invisibility and madness, and another story about a man who turned into a beetle--WHAAAT?



Here's my finished poem...


Can you see the Monster?

Its eyes are two black shipwrecks—
Its tongue is one blue wave

It rolls on without ceasing
Take all that you can save

It heeds no lonely lighthouse
To stand you must be brave

A child’s wail
Heard through the gale

The sailors quake in fear
Their doom is coming near

The water swirls
It twists and curls

And then…without a word

The wind drops
The storm stops

Gull’s voices now are crying
The frothy foam is drying

At last the sand is eaten
The final shore is beaten

Did you see the monster?