Thursday, February 22, 2001

For some reason, im somewhat fascinated by this poem. It makes no sense, and yet.. it does. It makes me think in a strange kind of way. I think I like that. Its that strange kind of thinking that works little parts of your brain that dont get exercised every day. The style of the poem is a Pantoum, which I think I would like to try writing.

Here's a little try. Its my first attemtp at a pantoum, so no evil comments yet.

Vibrant pale rays drift across the horizon
More alive than their surroundings could ever be
Breaking through the darkness
Into a world they've always seen, and always try to change.

More alive than their surroundings could ever be
Two lovers lay out in the fields
In a world they've always seen, and try to change
Speaking of dreams of their childhood and wishes made on stars

Two lovers lay in the fields
Secluded from the rest of the world's worries
Speaking of dreams of their childhood and wishes made of stars
And building fantasies from the morning sun's cascading light.

Secluded from the rest of the world's worries
An old woman watches the world go by
And building fantasies from the morning sun's cascading light
She waits for her prince to arrive.

An old woman watches the world go by
Reminicing of days when the world was hers to touch
She waits for her prince to arrive
Staring out the window at a world long forgotten.

Reminicing of the days when the world was hers to touch
A young mother struggles to find more hours in a day
Staring out the window at a world long forgotten
She holds her children close, and her dreams far away

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