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Call For Poetry


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!

Youth 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

Adult Poets

Walking Home Late

I don’t know why I started to cry

It might have been

the streetlamps,

something in their stance

Patient, kindly,

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


Hourglass Figure

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


Late November

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


Warner Park

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


Evening Commute

Reflected in monochrome bus-night windows.

Tired countenances

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

- Flowpoetry


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


Urban Autumn

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


Cherokee Marsh

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

Sharing space

- Kathryn Lederhause

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