2013-14 Bus Lines - Call For Poetry
These poems will be featured on Metro promotional material throughout the year. Look for the poems on the exterior or the bus, in the Ride Guide, online and on transfer cards. Congratulations to the following poets!
Get on the 30 to the 6
The 6 to the 20
The 20 to the Children’s Museum
Be active, be creative, be happy, be fun
- Tionne Weaver / Black Hawk Middle School
Dandelions are waiting for a show,
and they clap when the wind starts to blow
A tree is a monster with very tiny legs,
but it is so heavy that it fell to the ground,
and it's trying to reach everywhere
- Chayton Xavier Marquis / Chavez Elementary School
From Camp Randall to WidMer, and from the bike tires to the trees
Seeing all the people going places and thinking “you're nothing like me!”
Then I remember “we’re all Badgers fans!!!”
- Katherine Walsh / Our Lady Queen of Peace
You might know my
name not my story so
get to know before you
judge me <3
- Jada Shaw
My Madison is my sanctuary.
Even in February. Beautiful city dark or light, biking in the summer’s night; it gives me a sense of flight.
Never fright for Madison can be your sanctuary too.
Even in February.
- Cody Harrington / Shabazz
The breeze is coming
Cold like out of control
Get ready to grow, or
Mold old. / Nothing can stop it
But standing tall becoming
Stone as bones
- Jua Vang / Shabazz
Here in Madison we like it chill.
We keep it real as we chase the thrills.
Late nights by the lakeside,
To early mornings on brisk bike rides.
We keep the beat to keep our spirits alive.
- Natalie Cowgill / Shabazz
Seeing night at dawn
Transformation through sight.
Light is entwined and redefined
By our development over night.
- Mel Long / Shabazz
I like to move at my own pace
stay in the same state
because this is my home and I'm never alone in my Madison.
- Michael Bell / Shabazz
Oh City of Shimmering Lakes
Thronged streets of hurried cells
Spin spider webs of sights and smells
Like an insect, I scurry through your concrete veins
Catch me in your snare, oh city of shimmering lakes.
- Indigo Smith-Oles / Shabazz
Walking Home Late
I don’t know why I started to cry
It might have been
something in their stance
their faces glowing
- Marilyn Annucci
In Madison I Learned…
How to ride the bus.
Everyday is “Hippie” Christmas on earth.
Bok choy, kale, sunchoke.
To freeze peppers.
To just dry sage in a drawer.
- Matthew Stolte
On the bike path home, fleeing
downtown lights and pre-holiday terror,
I meet just one other December cyclist,
an urban cowgirl under four layers and a helmet.
We love each other suddenly, without looking up.
- Cathy Douglas
Demetrol Field, Packers Avenue
night ball, slowpitch, the smell
of dust & the day line at
Oscar’s years ago, bringing
home the bacon
- Richard Roe
you all at some point, may have noticed that in the fall
leaves begin to hit the pavement
the last leaf i saw was also the last day i saw
really, i must say, that i adored the way she modified my mornings
- Alex de Young
The Isthmus sucks in her breath like my grandmother cinching a corset:
East Wash zipping up the back of her dress, the Capitol her belt buckle;
Spreading her skirts from shore to shore, Wingra a grandchild asleep in her.
- Maya R
bus coughs icy smoke
wheelchair rolls up drawbridge
thin colored plastic
- Lewis Bosworth
What is life if not this? Autumn,
flaring up like a fire
one more time
before the extinguishing
- Mary Mercier
Lake Monona is a gray slab of clay that has eaten the sky
or perhaps the gray sky has drunk the lake--
neither seems willing to give the other up
and I do not know whether to swim
or fly or simply give way to winter
- Guy Thorvaldsen
Summer hits me in
the face, as I step of the bus
to watch the Mallards.
- T.A. Cullen
Yahara River Tradition
Last day of summer:
5th grade tomorrow.
Basket of comic books,
ginger snaps, no BlackBerry.
Mom paddles the canoe.
- Shoshauna Shy
Reflected in monochrome bus-night windows.
Floating on the day’s undertow.
- Jo Scheder
Denying Autumn's chill
Still wearing shorts and sandals
Missing summer already
- Gina Chirichella
Walking my dog
along the Monona Bay
the coots are still there
- Cyndi Bryan
You asked, do I weep
Yahara swollen with rain
Even the sky cries
Mom is Home!
Soon my boys, if you help me clear and set the table
There will be a jingle of keys,
"Mom is home!" we'll shout
Our moods, low hanging fog patches lifting
Like Cherokee at sunrise
- Alex Lalor
Your lights love me back in the middle of a brittle October night.
You are my hot yoga on a snowy day, the bike ride into the wind of all directions,
The flight into my best and bravest reality.
- Helen Hazelmare
My Dear Madison,
Of Seventy Seven Square Miles,
Just What Surrounds You?
- Will Clifton
In the early dawn of this Saturday morning,
I saw the leaves glistening and shining
all over East Johnson Street
like broken bits of glass.
- Eileen Cecile
Sand hill cranes fly paired
cutting a diagonal
through moonlit branches.
- Emily Halapatz
Our Lady of Badgers
where the waters gather
past the present future forward
Blessed are your resources
on Earth, as there is no second.
- Hansa Kerman Pistotnik
On Route #70
At Strickner Pond the water slows
To dance with the sun on lily toes,
And reeds and grasses spread to close
On dappled paths of green repose.
- John Guequierre
doors open outward -
a new world - lean in, step down
you've arrived - bus stop
- Katie Robiadek
Blank faces, going places
Lost in thought, quiet talk
- Kathryn Lederhause