(NaPoWriMo Day #16)
I am struggling to know you
Your words strung around my mind
Like Christmas tree lights
Around a dying, brittle treeI try to deconstruct your meaning
But the words become tangled
Hyperbole and simile are lost to meI am learning to create you
The molding of your form eludes me
Like clay in a student’s hands
Exotic vases become ashtrays
I think the last two lines are brillant and could be the beginning of a truly fabulous poem! -tmi
thom ingram
April 17th, 2008
Thanks, Thom.
That’s a benefit of this project. Lots of material for future poems.
Will Brown
April 17th, 2008