Are you ready for the depth of staggering genius displayed in the following poem?
Get ready to have your mind BLOWN.
I am lost like a boat at sea
the Carol now never used to be,
well, that’s not true really.
I always have talked and been a boss,
but never before did I feel so at loss
well, actually:
I’ve felt longing for a friend. But that feeling did end.
Well, what I mean is:
I need someone can count’n
though Shadow’s* friendship is profusful like a fountain…
Well, he’s not always there.
I am lost like a boat at sea,
the Carol now never used to be.
Well, that’s not true really.
-Me, age 11
* my childhood dog
That’s right, folk. PROFUSFUL.
Is it just me, or does your blog look really, really different? (I am so confused. Had to check the address three times. I should probably go have a warm milk now.)
Pretty!
Changed themes! (See earlier post)
I like it. I have no idea what it means, but then my poetry comprehension is pretty limited. I am one of those people who own a lot of poetry and spend an evening once in a blue moon, bent over of of the collections with a furrowed brow and a dictionary. I loved it in school though, presenting interpretations and listening to other people’s. On one’s own it becomes so devoid of … closure.
My own poetry from that time usually went along the lines of “I hate this place. / I hate everyone here. / …” then wildly scratched out because what I managed to write seemed to mock how I felt. Of course, you may have those poems somewhere too.
I like the new theme, cleaner, easier to navigate.
I’m pretty sure it means a lot of nothing :-p I’m sure I thought I was being very deep.
I’m glad you like the theme!
11 is such a great age – the beginning of introspection and self-discovery. Enjoyed this.
If only it were the beginning of critical thinking. “Profusful like a fountain”. HONESTLY.
Profusful. What a great word! If only I could understand what it means.