And He answered and said unto them, "I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out."

Friday, September 11, 2009

Where in the world is...

I'm adjusting to school and so are the kids. Things are easing into a routine. I will be trying to write a little next week.

United Friends Challenge # 178


Caffeinatedjo's Challenge

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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