Healer of Natoma
I. THE HEALED
Healer of Natoma
can feel the person's pain
In his mind, he sees
images of the
person, he can feel
the pain in his heart.
Walking in the woods,
he appears to me
as my aid.
He kneels beside me
as he stretches his arm.
Flow of white light
pours into my heart.
II. MR. EPIDEMIC
A life in a sewer and
an enemy that cures.
"I hate it all," I would say.
I laugh that my breath
of air and poison
makes a flower die
from its living life.
I love my germs. Cruelty.
Bias. Despair. I love to
spread them out to the world.
III. THE HEALER'S MOTHER AND FATHER
They love their son,
only he's a teenager.
"He may get A's but he's very
unusual and silent
within," the parents say.
The parents always talk about
the son during the night.
"Maybe friends," the father says.
"For what he is,
he's still our little
boy. He's kind of unusual,
but we still love him."
IV. HEALER OF NATOMA
I am a healer
with your love
to the world and others,
in your heart they
work both ways.
My love goes to the world and others.
Our hope may break
like a broken vase,
but the soul is
filled with joy.
The temple is our soul.
For that we are
beautiful in other ways.
If you help others,
your soul is kind.
Vincente Nalam,
Age 14
The Music of Poetry
Poetry is like the colored leaves
that fall from the rusted trees in autumn.
Poetry is like a huge puzzle
that can always be put together in the right way
no matter if it does not make any sense at all.
Poetry is like the big, fat, orange cheesy moon
that the hairy grey wolves
sing their lullabies to.
The music of poetry
can be heard only at night when you think
you can't hear anything at all.
Cierra Crowell,
Age 10
A Simple Piece of Nothing
Poetry can catch leaves
falling off the autumn trees.
Poetry should carry a small backpack
filled with infinitable knowledge.
Poetry should shop for those
who are not capable of doing so
and feed them by hand.
Poetry should be sharp
as the corner of a blade
That can catch flies with its eyes closed.
A business man walking, a homeless man sleeping, a maid
cleaning,
a lawyer arguing,
just a simple piece of nothing
that can fulfill the world's dreams.
Shahid Minapara,
Age 15
