Biography of Mia Ocean
Ola! My name is Mia Ocean. I live in Portugal. I love the ocean.
Mia Ocean's Works:
A Celebrating of Young Poets Northeast- Fall 2005
Mia Ocean Poems
The Tree Of Life
This tree Is not only a tree It is a freindly tree, that is always watching over you.
Peace, Little Girl, Peace.
The poor young girl with beach blonde hair and pale white skin stands in the middle of the street,
The water is flowing with rage, it splashes
Snow is falling. It’s cold. Icicles hang on the sill.
I'm thinking hard, But my mind should be empty. I practice the movements, But they come out all wrong.
wave of sea water splashes my face the taste is something new,
Sliding on a blanket of snow, I speed, I swerve, I tumble. I crash to a speeding stop just before i hit the ice; I'm the pilot and the wheel, I'm the runner and the shoes,
i am calling from under the hedge, i wait beneath the hedge, i shiver beneath the hedge, listening, hoping, for an answer.
When the sun used to shine through the blinds, it would have pattern, and the pattern would have shape,
The black lake is dangerous. We do not know why. We do not question.
The Waiting Room
They wait and wonder, They pace, and ponder, The question and worry, Thinking whats the hurry?
Bye Bye Snowman
The snowmans smile turns into a frown as he realizes the winter snow is mealting down. The sun is beating, the heat is heating,
Why Don'T I Just Quit?
The feelings welling inside me, are bursting with so much rage, that i ask myself,
Drip, Drip, Water falls
Snow is falling.
on the sill.
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