Scribbles & Bits

Today's post is a revision of a poem from our Art on the Move exhibit. Remember the painting of the snowy street scene? Well Pete's imagination helped him to see this as a one-of-a-kind snowboarding slope! The poem is about half of its original length, for Pete worked to sharpen the imagery and language in his poem by taking out words he didn't need. Don't be afraid to include suggestions in your comments for further revision! It's a wonderful poem that keeps getting more wonderful!



Snowboarding on the Rooftops


The sky pours snow,
It lies peacefully on the rooftops.

Soon to be ruined,
The board is sharp.

I flip and twirl through the air,
It felt like a dream.

I can't feel anything,
I'm not even there.

I'm ecstatic,
The end is near.

Soon I will need to jump,
When there are no more roofs.

I'm on the final roof, I squat down,
I'm ready to soar.

My body glides through the air,
I'm in complete relaxation.

The air swooshes by my ear,
The sound of nothing echoes throughout the sky.

The ground looked awful rough,
But I never landed.