Arlachkey Gnick


Writing

Music

What is music? / So familiar a thing / But never thought about / In terms of it essence, or being / Unknown is not the word / But perhaps undiscovered is For music cannot be taught / Nor may it be…

****Currently Undecided****

“Shæleigh,” / I glance upwards to see him standing there, his long shadow looming over me and my work scattered about my desk. / “Shæleigh,” he repeats, “come here.” / I obey…

Alone Under the September Sky

Away from the world, alone / With naught but cricket’s call / Cutting across the cold morning air / Riding the winds as they sweep across the plains / A single moment / Under the bleak September…

Reminiscing of Home

How can my feet be on this ground / When my mind is still away / Although my eyes this place have found / My heart, it will not stay Familiar faces haunting / Though they are nowhere near / Strange…

A Mother's Mourning

The sighing wind, the sky it breaks / As crystal pearls fall from it’s heart / And the river rushes madly / As its banks are torn apart / Flowers droop / And plains lay low / As the sun hides be…

The Teacher

“Sit down…Books open…Enough…Detention!”