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Leila Knutson Poem
A mandala sun
the evening sky expanding
past the pollution
lurking
in the midst of
the drama and chaos
a miniature miracle
that is
nature’s gift to us
the sunset cherry blossoms
twirling down to earth
plethora of pink petals
landing among mere mortals
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alone in the woods
all is completely silent
relatively calm
except for me and my thoughts
racing and running away
Copyright © Leila Knutson | Year Posted 2023
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Always be sarcastic, but not so much that it's rude.
Be very careful to pretend not to notice what others think.
Clothes don't matter, but they do. They really do.
Don't be annoying, just be yourself. But better.
Every teacher has feelings, so don't hurt them (intentionally).
Funny is funny until it's not.
Girls must focus on their appearance, but act like they don't.
Hello isn't something you say. Hey. Hi! How ya doin'?
Inside of the building, you usually have to wear a sweater.
Just remember, it doesn't last forever, only three years.
Knowing everything is good, but don't be a know-it-all.
Long hair isn't always better than short hair.
Mondays are just a day. Always remember that.
No one should have to eat by themselves. Invite them over? Maybe?
Only popular kids are popular. They just are.
Parents are NOT cool. At all. But they are useful with math homework.
Quit drugs before you start. Everyone should do well to remember that.
Recess is for little kids. Lunch (recess with food) is for everyone.
Struggling is normal, but don't admit you struggle.
Take the good electives. Only the good ones.
Unless your friends agree to it, don't add someone to your lunch group.
Very annoying people will forever be labeled as such.
Wednesday is hump day. Get through that, and you're golden.
Xmas is a time for giving. That's what the adults want you to say.
You can always find a loophole in homework. You just have to look for one.
Zero friends is what you'll have if you don't follow every rule.
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It wasn't just some,
the entire orchard was ripe!
Crisp fuji apples...
they would taste so good... maybe...
But I can't reach those! They're high!
I climb the ladder,
reach for an apple - and fall.
Come on! Grab it now!
Yay! I got it! Mmm... it's good.
Wait... is this the wrong orchard?
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A lamb-like ewe is strutting across the fields-
conceited Irishman is the vibe it yields.
Copyright © Leila Knutson | Year Posted 2024
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One day I'll go to college, but where will I go?
It seems so soon, but will my life move slow?
How do I apply, and show what I know?
Should I make a list of every con and pro?
What school am I above, where I am below?
Do I decide with my friends, who I may outgrow?
Do I go where I want, and follow the flow?
How do I say goodbye, much less hello?
I wish I could see the answer...
where will I go?
Copyright © Leila Knutson | Year Posted 2024
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It was covered by a blanket of moss
with a wood fence that looked as sturdy as
a young child’s craft project, stretching across
a patio, the memory of jazz.
It had a tower on the balcony,
reaching towards the moon in the midnight sky.
A witches’ tower made with alchemy
in which a kidnapped girl, hostage, would cry.
It has a fierce lean, rivaling that of
the famous Piza ruin, so extreme
it looks it will fall if you give a shove.
The castle, the image, must be a dream.
An old green forest, decaying behind
the stone castle, which I’m sure you can find.
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Goldilocks was found lying in bed
at a house she broke into
they say she jumped out the window-
her fear of the bears was so great
but I know Goldilocks-
she was my best friend in middle school
and my next-door neighbor.
I offered her oatmeal- she fainted
I invited her for a sleepover- she screamed
we went to the zoo- she ran home
But when we saw three bears walking in the woods,
she calmly walked up to them
and invited them for dinner.
I lost my best friend that night
for her only friend now is a bear.
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A single leaf floats to the ground,
bobbing and weaving through branches.
The color is red, turning brown.
I'm sure it will land sometime soon.
Maybe the wind will carry it.
A single leaf floats to the ground
but maybe it will fly, not float,
go higher instead of lower.
When it finally reaches ground,
what will become of the poor leaf?
A single leaf floats to the ground
probably to be decomposed.
It will be the first of many,
the pioneer, the ground breaker.
They will all follow the leader.
A single leaf floats to the ground.
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A fish out of water is dead,
unlike the famous expression
where it just means uncomfortable.
Fish can’t survive without water.
Water is survival for fish-
a fish out of water is dead.
Their small gills fill with oxygen-
that is how they breathe in and out.
The fishes' food is in water
algae- red, green, brown, other fish.
A fish out of water is dead,
cause water means food, food is life.
It may be home to predators,
it may host gatherings for trash,
humans might go fishing there, but
a fish out of water is dead.
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