Keeping Up with the Claymations

January 13, 2012
We inch along, the claymations, slow and without emotion.
This life moves fast, and is a gift.
So why must we lack devotion?
Take one or take ten, it's all the same;
we've grown so bored and jaded, we've missed the point of the game.
I wish we would realize that we're all works of art,
and that going through life's motions is only the start.
Where has our spirit gone?
We've so much that we could gain If we'd just stand up and buckle down
and start making our own names. For the work may frustrate here and now,
But how long can we pretend
that the most hardworking figures won't gain renown in the end?

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FluteFreak said...
Mar. 5, 2012 at 11:03 am
This poem is amazing. I love that you were able to deliver this message in a way that we're all able to connect to.
StarlitSunrise This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 5, 2012 at 10:51 am
This is really very good. I'm actually pretty surprised that no one has commented on it yet. The analogy is really nice in that it is something we can all connect to. And I like how the format you used has this interesting way of making it difficult to process everything at once--which adds emotion to the piece. You have a lot of skill, so keep writing! :)
Artemisia replied...
Feb. 5, 2012 at 4:53 pm
Thanks! I really appreciate your feedback. :)
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