Friday, September 11, 2009
Write a poem, any style, in which you describe yourself.
You must include a metaphor, a simile, alliteration, and onomatopoeia.
Metaphor: A word or phrase used to have a completely different meaning. Example: Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" being a constant reminder of his loss and not truly a raven.
Simile: An expression that compares one thing to another using 'like' or 'as'. Example: The milk tasted like pickles.
Alliteration: Starting three or more words with the same sound. Example: The crazy crackling crops.
Onomatopoeia: A word imitating a sound. Example: 'buzz', 'moo' and 'beep'
Fallen from the Tree
I was an apple,
And fell close to the tree.
But I rolled
And tried to get away.
To be loosed.
To be free.
But the apple is never free from the seed inside.
Thnking that it was love,
I shackled myself to my only--
the only one who understood me
The only one who would ever love me--
as a work animal led by its nose,
its hooves weighed down by muck and mud.
The seeds inside tried to grow,
But like a withered winter willow,
They lay dormant
As love died and parted.
Like an abandoned fruit in the middle of a field,
I ached through each day at a time.
But spring came.
It always does.
My Gardener picked me up
And saw something that I could not see.
He planted me by streams of living water.
He tended to me and watched me grow.
He kept the weeds at bay
and supported me when the rains came.
The seasons came and went.
And love came again
And I found I could grow together
and be bound with another
and weather the tippytapping of rain on our leaves
And the cracklecrunch of snow in the night.
More season passed and 3 apples fell
From our branches.
And still, I look to my Gardener
and my life's partner.
The apples don't fall far.
My fruit, Our fruit
Fallen from the tree.
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