Swan of Bees Poem

October 14, 2008
By Sean Kelly SILVER, Lake Oswego, Oregon
Sean Kelly SILVER, Lake Oswego, Oregon
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A color of shoes,
Yes I had one.
A flag of books,
I still have one.
But I never had
A rock of pie,
Or a dream of the sky.
I never had
A hat that was mad,
Or purple jet lag.
A paper of cheese,
Or a cheese of wood.
But until now, I never understood
Why I never had these things
That I should.

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece when I was at the Johns Hopkins Center for Talented Youth writing camp at Stanford University this summer. This is a Swan of Bees writing style poem which makes up an odd juxtoposition of things.

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This article has 7 comments.

Harry K. said...
on Nov. 24 2008 at 5:52 pm
When the holes are hills in the ground

When silence is a deafening sound

Then tis the time of Swan for Bees

And for the whole to be free.

The honor is the stimulation. Very good

telmatrix said...
on Oct. 31 2008 at 4:28 pm
It is a great mind twister. :) After one reads it, they have to read it again to unravel the contrasts. A very fun read. Good job! :)

Fay said...
on Oct. 24 2008 at 10:02 pm
This is wonderful, reminds us of everything that's delicate, simple and pure.

WendyAyi said...
on Oct. 24 2008 at 8:21 pm
I like that a lot!

Ayi said...
on Oct. 24 2008 at 8:11 pm
Full of imaginations, I love it.

The Frenchy said...
on Oct. 20 2008 at 3:57 pm
I Love !!! Congrat's

tarmac said...
on Oct. 20 2008 at 3:11 pm
A fanciful poem, rich with images and flights of the imagination.


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