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Name: l3lessed

Monday, December 22, 2008

Thoughts.
"Hide Out"
On top of a golden brown hill, sits a quaint little old house.
The sun cascades through the massive hole in the roof,
the windows missing panes, the doorways without doors,
the holes in the walls that appear to be doors and windows,
and permeates into every dark corner of that hidden place.

Inside white paint peels off, from age, into
snowflakes that slowly fall to the ground exposing
underneath the scars and wear from years of torrential
rains, suffocating heat waves, and unforgiving winds,

and inside a small boy plays, running through
falling snow flakes that flicker in the rays of light,
forgetting the cruel world of jokes,
mean names, and pain until all there is
is the joy of that hidden place.

Opinion
This is a piece I did for my advanced creative writing poetry course. I think it is my strongest modern piece as of yet. It is a ekphrastic poem which is a poem derived from a piece of art. I really like the images it portrays and the emotions behind it. I hope it moves you too.

Recommended Listening
Album: "Wish You Were Here" By: Pink Floyd
Song: "Wish You Were Here"

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