The Future of Art in Boulder
Finn McDaniel is 11 years old and attends Summit Middle School. He recently won first place for 6th–8th graders at the 2016 Lafayette Youth Poetry Prize. Finn shared with us his prize-winning poem, Chaos.
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As I spin these rhymes
With the melodies of chimes
I declare this verse to be chaos
As I split open wide tradition
My rhymes will face no omission
You ask why chaos?
Because chaos is an antonym to order
Order a synonym to defined borders.
And these rhymes must defy the foundation of the nation.
Never to fall back into line, never to grow dim
With no laws, with no rules, you can taste the freedom, something they don’t teach in schools.
Rhymes can’t fall into a line like mules.
No! They should explode in vibrant hues.
In neon yellows and blues.
Not be condensed, and pressed into a tin like tobacco chews.
No! Lines, rhymes, they charge through like Bonaparte piercing the heart.
They will not be treated as a product to be taken off a shelf and placed into a cart
No they will cry out like a singing lark
And if my lines my rhymes should have eyes
Behind them will always be a bright spark.