Sabrina


 * -Original Poems -**


 * Only Time Can Tell **
 * By Sabrina Combs **

Only time can tell what my future is, what is to come. For now I am living life in my own specific cell.

I have grown up like a chick hatching from a shell. I will run free until that fateful day when my time is done. Only time can tell.

I am spreading my wings and taking off, I long to excel but part of me wants to stay here and just have fun. For now I am living life in my own specific cell.

Staring out the window looking at what I could have. Wanting to YELL, yet sitting here in silence, head bowed, feeling the warmth of the sun. Only time can tell.

I could be out in the world! In different places I could dwell, my dreams are chained to the wall, waiting, waiting for the chance to run. For now I am living life in my own specific cell.

Will I ever get out and ring that freedom bell? Yes I will! One day I will have won! But until then my life has just begun. Only time can tell For now I am living life in my own specific cell.


 * 1) "Only time can tell" For now I am living life in my own specific cell" are examples of repetition
 * 2) "I could be out in the world! In different places I could dwell" helps the reader notice the longing tone in the poem.


 * Relief **
 * By Sabrina Combs **

Relief, like lava rushes towards me The wheels of my fear are leaving the ground. I am gripping on to hope I have packed my fears within me. Praying has helped me survive Under my relief my fear disappears. Erupting from my darkness, rushes long lasting relief I. Am. Calm.


 * 1) "Relief, like lava rushes towards me" is a simile.
 * 2) "I am gripping on to hope" is an example of imagery.



-Favorite Poem -

My recitation of A Locked House by W.D. Snodgrass media type="file" key="fav poem.wav" width="390" height="65"

A Locked House  By W.D. Snodgrass

 As we drove back, crossing the hill,  The house still

 Hidden in the trees, I always thought—  A fool’s fear—that it might have caught  Fire, someone could have broken in.  As if things must have been  Too good here. Still, we always found  It locked tight, safe and sound.

 I mentioned that, once, as a joke;  No doubt we spoke <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Of the absurdity <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> To fear some dour god’s jealousy <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Of our good fortune. From the farm <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Next door, our neighbors saw no harm <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Came to the things we cared for here. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> What did we have to fear?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Maybe I should have thought: all <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Such things rot, fall— <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Barns, houses, furniture. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> We two are stronger than we were <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Apart; we’ve grown <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Together. Everything we own <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Can burn; we know what counts—some such <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Idea. We said as much.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> We’d watched friends driven to betray;

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Felt that love drained away <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Some self they need. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> We’d said love, like a growth, can feed <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> On hate we turn in and disguise; <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> We warned ourselves. That you might despise <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Me—hate all we both loved best— <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">None of us ever guessed.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> The house still stands, locked, as it stood <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Untouched a good <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Two years after you went. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Some things passed in the settlement; <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Some things slipped away. Enough’s left <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> That I come back sometimes. The theft <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> And vandalism were our own. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Maybe we should have known.