Poetry by Trevor Olson

A tinkling sound You enter the meeting Your blurry video stutters You smile at your friends anyway Make sure you mute yourself Before grumbling about you boss Jenson disconnects once every five minutes (He lives in the country) Coulson forgot to block his video (He had to pick his nose) Chelsea's mic is picking up every strange sound (She's eating noisily) Flawed Lagging Forty minutes or pay up (Hold in your dry cough when you are unmuted) Button up a shirt and you'll be fine (Pajama pants are okay) -Trevor :)

I'm sorry for the delay in writing. Enjoy! When tomorrow comes I expect dread I will have the 'glums' I won't leave my bed It will rain It will pour I'll be stuck in vain Furthermore I doubt I'll have fun I just can't imagine Doing anything fun My birthday, but I stay IN No party! No friends! No Thomas or Marty Or Von Auren twins The cake will be sour The limes will be sweet I will spend hours Blanketed on the couch seat What's that you said Mother? Can it be true? We'll all be together So it WON'T be blue! -Trevor :) I am actually looking forward to my birthday, mind you ;)

Sorry, I haven't exactly been keeping up daily, but I'm still enjoying this. Pen hits paper with a splatter of ink Mind resorting to casual life, extravagant dreams Hours of throwing caution to the wind Thoughtfully chewing a snack as you browse prompting sites Anger, tears, frustration Crumpled paper hits the floor Unboxing a new pen, ink-splattering and all And starting once more -Trevor :)

Tall trees, rooted in dignity Long branches, thriving through the wind breeze Tiny twigs, shining in the moonlight Breath-taking leaves, blown away with a gust Soaking soil, damp with the dew of a new morning's chill Humming insects, squirming in peace The Arboretum Rooted, Thriving, Shining Blown Away, Damp, Squirming Tall, Long, Tiny Breath-taking, Soaking, Humming The Arboretum -Trevor :)

It surrounds us It wraps tightly around us It sends warmth It sends calm It sends alarm It sends peace It alerts us It soothes us It makes us want to dance It makes us want to nap It is the sound of the garbage truck at 3 am It is the sound of beating drums It frightens us It covers us in sweet songs It is loud It is quiet It is deep It is high It is fast It is slow Yet, it is one word. -Trevor :)

A strong man of courage Putting others before himself A hill full of anguish A mountainside of sorrow Bravery drawn Hands pointed to heaven Leading the charge for freedom Destroying the lurking grief A leader The Leader -Trevor :)