Hunting Grounds for Single Mothers MAG

May 23, 2011
By Kyle Poteet BRONZE, Oak Ridge, Tennessee
Kyle Poteet BRONZE, Oak Ridge, Tennessee
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The world stops for this plastic little town
(in the hills of discarded wedding gowns)
where sleep is freedom; freedom sings.
And all

through town “the children” bring

children, to layer the mask.
(Here's to no pain, no drunken flask.
Have another, it's their treat);
the crying infant, wiggling feet.

The library is a picture book;
At its writing the world had shook.
But that's okay, through dark and down
(say ladies who discard wedding gowns)

(There are no dreams), just work to do;
fifteen children, and just one shoe.
We choose to want to be alone,
and yes we choose to eat only tea
and scones

The world passes by this plastic little town
where happy life is a dream, smile
masking a frown
with – (buried ambition) – in discarded
wedding gowns


The author's comments:
This poem is based on the style of poetry made by e.e. cummings.

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leafy said...
on Nov. 3 2011 at 8:13 am
leafy, City, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion. 
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it. 
Gil: You haven't even read it yet. 
Ernest Hemingway: If it's bad, I'll hate it. If it's good, then I'll be envious and hate it even more. You don't want the opinion of another writer. 

Yah OR is a bit "plasticy" and fake...anyway, nice poem, good job on getting it in the mag. I liked it ^_^




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