This is a poem I started from some of the exercises in class, I based it off of a rather frightening dream I had once.
I changed it around a bit to make it a statement about the violence happening on the Mex-Am border.
“Pull the word, pull the world”
The Girl in White smiles and plays
The red follows closely behind;
Tied to her wrist, a forced friend
“Pull the world, pull the world”
The Girl in White has a cloud of hair
She lets little bugs bite
And little birds bathe
“Pull the world, pull the world”
Blue pours into her open skin;
Her happy mouth, her laughing sigh
Her red friend floats
“Pull the world, pull the world”
The Girl in White falls;
Feathers crust, cripple in cracking clay
Mud on knees, on chin, on pale neck
“Pull the world, pull the world”
The Red Balloon bursts;
Red rain drops, dotting crimson
The smell, the smell, the familiar smell
“Pull the world, pull the world”
The Girl in White cries creamy and thick
And her friend drowns in its redness
As the pool forms, hot, around her bare feet
Wow! I like how disturbing that is... :) It's very evocative... it's a good example of how you can use repetition to create a strong effect. I also like how you just used red, white, and blue, instead of like, scarlet, or cerulean, or overly-fancy terms. It's a good example of how sometimes the most straightforward terms can be best for the particular tone and emotion you're trying to evoke.
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