In a recent exercise of community art, students, faculty and staff passing through Smith Union were asked to write a line of poetry for The Quill, Bowdoin’s literary magazine.
The catch? They could only see the last line written before their contribution.
Read the results of what was titled, “Day-Long Poem #1.”
What’s happening downstairs?
There is a dance party in the library!
And everyone’s invited
to the picnic to be merry
Cruising to paradise
Weekend starting Wednesday would be nice.
Classes are so fun
especially on your birthday
The cat ate a starburst
and fainted in delight
It happens, blood rushing everywhere
the vampire attack was dire
and she ran through the woods crying
each tear drowning her pain
an endless train of sadness
to Pittsburgh overnight
in a train car where the light flickered in and out
and day and night seamlessly passes as one
Until the crashing waves of the storm brought the morning
He didn’t even listen to the warning
only the sounds inside his head,
rather their absence inform-he’s dead.
Though to what no one can say
They can only wait
Sushi, such as I can handle, a touch of soy, a bit of wasabi,
Hold the ginger, thanks
The dog looks longingly
you guys are super guys
SUPAH SUPAH SUPAH!
Dinner threw me for a lupah
Power was optional
Oxygen was not
enough to prevent the fire
and make someone’s day better
before the golden bell tolls
I LIKE TURTLES
but prefer ferrets
of course. How not? They’re fluffy.
But don’t be deceived”¦
Your mother is actually your father
But make him proud to
and listen to the operatic beauty
of a sparrow’s melancholy reprise
Toward the bosom of tomorrow
Onwards and upwards
Implausible song inside my heart
fueled by a happiness I cannot explain
I begin my travels as a jester
hearing only the bells of the next village
Ringing merrily like a maypole dervish
but even the sun can shine a bit too brightly in spring
It always rains shining ginger droplets in the fall
When it gets in my eye, it burns
To go to the Doctor it makes me yearn
to let out a yell when he pulls out the stethoscope.
“Damn, girl! That’s cold!”