Working With Poetry
We are playing around with figurative language in our Middle School LA class. Here’s all the more I can come up with for practicing an epistolary poem. (I’m tired already, and it isn’t even summer yet!)
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Radiant orb slips slowly in the West
Golden grace graces us all
No one sleeps
No one dreams but the dreams of
You slip slowly in the west, your golden grace covers
no one sleeps
no one dreams
but the dreams you plant in motion
Your drive to fill life fruitfully full
Tires me
Exhausts me
Consumes me
until I fall forward
with welcome weariness
to the void of unaware
blissful void of silence
(though not of dark, you thief)
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There’s more to this, I’m sure.
