Huba Huba

United States

Writer, poet, musician, wanna-be-botanist.
Sleep deprived.
Call me a monster, I put milk in before the cereal.
I'm probably eating ramen right now or having a mental breakdown.
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Joined: May 26, 2020

Message to Readers

This version has exactly no change, but I realized that "When Branta Canadensis Goes South" is wrong grammar, it has to be "Go."
Again, I'm submitting this to Scholastic, PLEASE review! I'll start a new poem soon for it as well :). I love poetry, and I believe that it is the abstract art of writing.
And of course, thank you for the ones who've reviewed this, I appreciate it SO MUCH.

When Branta Canadensis Go South

November 2, 2020

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When Branta Canadensis Go South

The screen on my window blurs my view, but I see
the leaves go from an emerald to gold and vermillion. 
The air chills to make us put colorful wool over our heads,
so there’s no green apple of the red, 
and we’re a mass of emotions and flesh. 
Can you imagine an autobiography of everyone? 

When Branta Canadensis Go South

Only when I lay still, in the leaves, and look up, 
I realize that clouds chatter together. 
Clouds are like herds of elephants, 
traveling with their families from place to place, 
and no one needs a home as long as they’re with each other. 
I’ve never seen the same cloud formation in one place. 

When Branta Canadensis Go South

My crimson rose garden evanesces, 
and my tomatoes and squash pass away.
Life flows out of my garden, an endless flux, 
but the seeds I traded for a cow, 
metamorphose into a beanstalk reaching the sky, 
and I grieve my sacrifice for the cow. 

When Branta Canadensis Go South

Summer, my love, why don’t I feel warm with you?
Our embraces bring me fatigue, 
while our conversations are so monotonous...
so I wonder who I am to you, 
and who you are to me. 
They say it’s time to let go. 

Yet...

Yet my family still chatters,
egg tart aroma lingers in our kitchen, 
my sister still sings like the Gavia immer, 
the shower is always equipped with shampoo, 
gravity still pulls apples down on people’s heads, 
but everyone around me always raises me up. 

When Branta Canadensis Go South, 
    I know they’ll come back. 

 
There's many ornithology references in this poem, and it's due to my studying. 
Branta Canadensis is a fancy shmancy scientific name for Canadian Geese. They fly towards the south when they hibernate, and I live in the North, so this is poem outlines the season change, and how it brings along many other changes with it, while mentioning that some things stay the same in spite of the season. 
Gavia immer is the common loon, birds with very interesting and unique calls. I'm not saying that my sister sings super well and professionally (she's only six actually, never taken lessons before, but somehow wounds up tunes in her head). I mean she sings in a unique way that may appear strange to the outside view. 
The poem also incorporates many of my random thoughts as I sit around or lay around, admiring the fall scenery, such as how clouds "travel." 
Oh no, my foot is going numb and I need to stomp on it without waking my family. I must go. 

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4 Comments
  • Anlee

    re: yess so many 4th gen are competitive and try to maintain a perfect image and its refreshing how transparent and laughable they are. and they dont bother hiding their savagery (especially lee know haha such a mood. poor hyunjin is usually his victim. minho literally said that it takes 20 minutes to fry him at 180 degrees in the oven)


    11 months ago
  • dead account

    re: door and mug, private eyes


    11 months ago
  • mirkat

    i thought the same as minty leaf! i was like how did you come up with that awesome name! well.... anyways, beautiful poem. it flows nicely and lost of imagery. <3


    11 months ago
  • dead account

    see, i thought 'branta canadensis' was a person, so i thought "wow, i wish i could come up with names as cool as that for my characters'
    then i realized it was the latin name for canadian geese and this poem made a whole lot more sense, lol

    -mintyleaf


    11 months ago