Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Poems

Getting my braces off was
like riding a bike.
First came the training wheels so
everything fit right
 and that I could balance and
 look good.
Then everything came off, and
I rode by myself,
 pedaling faster and faster
 until you never saw me again.

Born.
Loved.
Breathe.
Sustenance.
Shelter.
Pain.
Happiness.
Alone.
Together.
Dead.


2 comments:

  1. I really liked the mysterious ending to the first one. Wondering what you mean by braces... braces for teeth or like a neck or back brace?
    Second one was cute, especially in the juxtaposition of the very next word in the group at times. Good material for thought and example of minimalism.

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  2. I like how the first poem leaves it up to the reader's imagination whether the braces are for teeth, legs, or something else. The second does create some interesting transitions from one word to the next, especially the last few words.

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