Rubble.

Mr. tire, Mr. shoe,
Without further ado-
Please meet Mr. pipe
Who once worked at the zoo.

Who once sustained life,
But developed a strife.
Left forsaken by friends-
With no chance to amend
His outdated end.


We live in a place
With no boundaries, no space
Just a disfigured face
To show our legacy’s trace

A face distorted through time
Telling a story through rhymes-
A reminiscence of lives
Of the hardships of widows,
Of children, of wives.

Poem-Out-Loud Response

On Inhabiting An Orange
by Josephine Miles


All our roads go nowhere.
Maps are curled
To keep the pavement definitely
On the world.

All our footsteps, set to make
Metric advance,
Lapse into arcs in deference
To circumstance.

All our journeys nearing Space
Skirt it with care,
Shying at the distances
Present in air.

Blithely travel-stained and worn,
Erect and sure,
All our travels go forth,
Making down the roads of Earth
Endless detour.


I particularly liked this poem because of its subtle but very creative comparison between life and an orange. Normally, you’d think of them as two completely contrasting ideas: An orange is merely orange in color and simple, whereas life is complex and filled with colors of all shades and tones. Josephine Miles, the author of this poem, manages to pry into the idea of an orange and play around with it to encompass a deeper and more profound meaning, yet without losing sight of her initial purpose, which is keeping the simplicity of the orange. She uses clear and concise diction and short and sweet sentences, but does so in a way that gets you as the reader thinking in a different mindset, a mindset not typically used in his or her daily life.