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The Day after Thanksgiving MAG
Resplendent smiles
Dance on our lips.
So long ago
Since we were
Together
Sisters and friends.
Our stomachs hold
The weight
Of last night's turkey
And relief
After whispering
Our fears, failures,
Pressures, and pride
Together.
Four forks in hand,
We dig inside
To expose
The gooey
Sweet apple.
The crisp buttery
Crust cracks,
Revealing a cinnamon scent
Wafting and swirling,
Consuming
Us
We savor the taste
Touch
Tranquility
In a minute
Gone
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I know it's been awhile since you posted (and since I have gone on to teen ink), but I just wanted to say thank you! It means a lot to me that you enjoyed the poem. :)
I know it's been awhile since you posted (and since I have gone on to teen ink), but I just wanted to say thank you! It means a lot to me that you enjoyed the poem. :)
noo it isnt do u subscribe to teen ink? the poem under my name is actually my poem not this one... here it is :
Resplendent smiles
Dance on our lips.
So long ago
Since we saw us,
Sisters and friends,
Together.
Our stomachs hold
The happy weight
Of last night’s turkey
And relief
After whispering
Our fears, failures,
Pressures, pride
Together.
Four forks in hand,
We dig inside
To expose
The gooey
Sweet apple
The crisp buttery
Crust cracks
Revealing a cinnamon scent
Wafting and swirling,
Consuming
Us
We savor the taste
Touch
Tranquility
In a minute Gone
I made description that paints a picture in my head and makes me go hungry. I added some vocabulary and descriptive words to make the pie come alive. I added alliteration for a better flow. I made line breaks for emphasis. In my revisions I tried to make the meaning show clearly. I think I could work on connecting the pie to friendship because the relationship is a bit unclear. I am giving the poem to my friends and Sophia.