March 14, 2018
By cameron9218 BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
cameron9218 BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:

The grieving sky wears a desolate look

The water turns to a dangerous metal

The rainfall drowns me

The dazzling uncertainty of the day

The dry, dangerous feeling of darkness

It's like the work of an evil child

There are many bad omens

Desolate, are my feelings

Desolate, is the landscape


And then it begins to clear

The sun looks out from behind the clouds

Its shine is beautifully bright

It is like a vestige of comfort

It is a feeling of happiness

It is a feeling of pleasure

It is strange and beautiful

All my worries have vanished

Beauty, is my generality

Beauty, is the sky


The author's comments:

This is a found poem, meaning that I took an existing text and rearranged the words to make something else. I actually had two sources; Mark Twain's "A Toast to the Oldest Inhabitant: The Weather of New England" and an excerpt from John Steinbeck's "Travels with Charley".

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