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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 7:41 pm
This is a poem that I wrote in English class during a freewrite journaling session. I need to think of a better title............
As the shadows dance across the street
Across the sidewalk, walls, and me
I sit and I wait for my mother to come
My tricycle lays nearby
Broken, under the watch of the tiger
I sit and I wait for my mothe to come
The tiger seems as though it pounces
On every passerby, every shadow
Still, I sit and I wait for my mother to come
As darkness falls and night surrounds me
The shadows are the rulers now
As I sit and I wait for my mother...........
................who will never come
You might not understand it because I was looking at a painting while writing it. The painting was called "Afternoon Shadows". I don't remember the artist though. Anyway, can you see a deeper meaning than what's written? Can yu see what I intended? I intended to make a scene where a young boy, about 5 or 6, waits for his mom to come and get him. But on the way, (" As darkness falls and night surrounds me The shadows are the rulers now) she probably died in an accident or something. My friend even told me that it sounded as if the boy's mom didn't care about him anymore and left him. That the "darkness" is tearing up the boy's last hope. Do you get what I mean? sweatdrop Oh well...........
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 7:18 pm
crying Gee that wasnt depressing at all. I liked it alot. Great Job!
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 1:14 pm
Thank you so much! biggrin
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 1:00 pm
I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to move this to the journals subforum.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:56 pm
Definately need to check your spelling or rather...typing errors. But otherwise it was alright. I definately liked the theme, in any case.
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