Snow

Delicate, peaceful
A glaze falling so gently
Like icing on a cake

Poetry

People who like poetry snap
their fingers instead of clapping.
They see the world around them
in an entirely different way.
People who hate poetry don't
notice the rhythm of words.
They don't notice the rhythm of
the people,
the city,
the world.

Why?

Why must people judge?
I understand the judging of a contest,
the judging of a meet, or
the judging of a fair game.
But why must people judge
the way a person is?
You don't even know them!
Just like you cant judge
a book by its cover,
you dont know a person
until you meet them.
So, why? Why must people judge?


-Marissa Vogelpohl