Elizabeth Merritt
Surrender
Submitted by L.Merritt on September 3, 2008 - 16:21.As seven hundred spruce trees burst into flames
she can’t stop staring.
A sea of bright
smells satisfactory like single-handed success.
Slowly growing
with such grace and precision.
Swallowed by
sparkling shades of sapphire.
Stars start to shine in the sky overhead
surrounded by spiraling smoke.
Small animal shelters soon disappear,
consumed by nature’s sin.
A splendid sight of a site
sought by someone searching for simplified beauty.
where the end begins
Submitted by L.Merritt on January 7, 2008 - 23:23.smiling so soft it almost disappeared,
my heart was upset
and yours could do nothing about it.
that day at Yellowstone,
I saw the careful scent of lilies
wrapped around your innocent crimes.
cold like a frown,
we laughed and cried and stopped.
I don’t believe in jinxing,
you told me;
sometimes things don’t happen when they do.
the lost time of forever
Morning Dew
Submitted by L.Merritt on January 7, 2008 - 00:45.Morning Dew
By Elizabeth Merritt
Champlain Valley Union High School, Grade 11
she sat there,
woozy,
like someone had pulled the plug in her feet
and drained her out.
she watched the river,
lazy ripples that once in a while
broke along the surface.
still as a fence post,
just the rain-cleaned wood
and the rising light.
playing the cello like something had died,
as if the music had rushed into her pores.
a perfect hum,
high-pitched and swollen.
her stories still pulled soft around our shoulders.
now and then,
they came back from a place they had never been.
she wanted to know what happened when
two people felt it-
heat would make a person do strange things.
