Teen Poetry #9 |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
I sit in my comfy chair by the window. The chair that cost too much. Fuzzily innocent, violently red, an expression of myself sedately said. The clock on the shelf rings 10:00, mahogany, and gold by books unread. A gift from your mother, I never liked. Water glasses stand at attention in a row of ten. They are pushed, pulled, and thrown when patience stutters. I stand up to go to bed. The front door is locked, and the clock is read. 3:00. You forgot your keys. [This message has been edited by stargal (09-28-2009 11:57 AM).] |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
wow!!!!!!!! I cannot even begin to explain how much this poem touched me... loved it so much!!! and Stargasl!!!! I misss you where have u been?!?!?! Krysti |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
I wasn't too sure what this poem was about. Humorous? Deeper meaning? Its rare for me to come across poems I don't understand. Mind explaining please? Besides that.. I like the wording and discription. Very good. -Zach |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
Hi Krysti, It has been a long time. I hardly recognize any of the screen names now! Mostly I notice who is missing from this gathering of words. I feel a little lost. I am glad you liked the poem. I've been having writers block consistently! I was very happy to be able to plunk this out one night. I can see it needs work though. How are you? Are you back in school? I'm doing well; I think I need more sleep though. I seem to have become an insomniac, though it's more habit now I think. I am glad to see one of your comments again. Thank you for taking the time to read. Stargal- Zach, At the risk of my very own life from the “you shouldn't tell the meaning of your poems” club, I am going to tell you! Ok, I take that back. I can't exactly tell you what it is about for you, but for me I can attempt it (if you are not confused by that you are the only one).What I mean to say is that my poem is open to interpretation. Perhaps there is no deeper meaning, and maybe it's not humorous for me, but it could be for you...? I like to think of it as a progression. Red is such a charming color! When I think of red I imagine brilliance, joy, confidence, and anger. I think the color red embodies those emotions, depending on the interpreters mood. Ah, but I did tell you it was a progression and indeed it is. The authoress is comparing herself to a red chair, it is a measly attempt at confidence. Then the passing of time is shown, irritation grows, anger, and finally acceptance mixed with a little bitter vengeance. Of course this is my interpretation. What is yours? Stargal- P.S. Talking in third person is a bit of a conundrum sometimes. P.P.S. Thank you for reading! I am sorry my attempt at explanation stinks. I will try to rectify the vagueness of my thoughts during the next rendering. |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
back in school? ahhh well in uni now.. how bout u? |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
Lolz... I am sorry! I forget how old people are, and it has been awhile. What are you wanting to get your degree in? |
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