Grappling Frays MAG

August 23, 2012
By angstyteen PLATINUM, Midland, Texas
angstyteen PLATINUM, Midland, Texas
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“Grandparents' house”; coffee table buried
at the ankles in an olive floral rug; picture it, sediment blanketed on a 68" by 95"
faded hedge-y growth, wild blossoms
hugging the carpet's skin like the curb
does white picket fences, imagine; fraying tassels feeling their way between carpet hand prints, pushing all edges deeper into the room, weaving, thistly limbs into
cream white terry loops, splitting ends
to tie to every corner of the flag, imagine that it will stretch, imagine that it has
already, these cross-stitched blooms
were once seeds, and are soon to be
grown, sepals flared and sigmas exposed.

My family has done it. The American dream is clenched between my toes.


The author's comments:
My grand parents worked very hard to give our family the comfortable, not cushy, but definitely fair lifestyle we lead. The poem is about the rewards of my family's hard work, and our continuing effort toward an enjoyable life.

A little guide to my train of thought:

Carpet- Comfortable living (American dream)

Floral rug- my family and our hard work (hence growth)

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on Aug. 31 2012 at 12:40 am
Basya44 PLATINUM, Brighton, Massachusetts
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I love the language and the theme. The way you are honoring your heritage through poetry is exceptional. I would love to hear your feedback on my own poetry! Thanks for sharing:)


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