Making

by Lex Duvall

April 5, 2022

My mind is a stream, blocked with muck

I grab handfuls when I must, throwing them onto the bank

Stress and worry, pain and even happiness staining my hands black

My mind is a stream, blocked with muck

Sometimes it’s not enough, my emotions fall through my hands

Slippery and slimy, slopping back into the block

My mind is a stream, blocked with muck

I use steaming tea as a shovel, the sound of scritching pen a net

I desperately try to clear the water, let inspiration flow, and yet

My mind is a stream, blocked with muck

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Lexi S.Apr 6, 2022

<p>I loved this poem. The emotion you put into this is so relatible and easy to read. I especially like the repitition of the sentece at the beginning of each stanza. The breaks add to the poem as well, creating each new attempt to clear you mind. My favorite line in this poem is, "I use steaming tea as a shove, the sound of scritching pen a net." This addition of figurative language really added to the poem. Everything stayed on topic and flowed smoothly without any odd sentences. Overall, I love the message and how you portrayed it. Great job!</p>