Tales From Creative Writing

The Broken Obelisk

Something invisible ripples in the shallow water
And the obelisk stands tall above it.
Something profound in its broken silence, like
A prayer. A memory. A hope.
Against the trial of time
Standing firm in rebellion.

It's something that goes unsaid
But felt deep like an ocean's current.
Is anyone else looking with the same awe?
A myriad of reflections stare back at me.

Lines of rust show its age
Streaked with the wisdom of the past.
A cold wind blows by.
The trees dance
And I shiver
And the broken obelisk remains still.

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My creative writing class went on a field trip late March to some art museums and it was pretty cool

We wrote poems based on our experience and I wrote about the broken obelisk at the Rothko Chapel. It was an experience!! We just sat there in silence for 15 minutes writing about what we were seeing. Then I took my observations and mixed them into a poem.

Yeah 👍 Okay bye 😃