Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I look to eat

I was dreaming a new dream.
We lived in my gardens.
I was rich, too.

My gardens were dead.
The fruit had fallen.
We found it later,
black stains in the earth.
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4 comments:

  1. H. North West11/2/10, 6:40 PM

    I like this poem.

    I like the second stanza the best though.

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  2. Chloe11/3/10, 5:01 PM

    I think the second two lines are my favorite. They're kind of jarring with the rest of the poem... They don't seem to be in quite the same voice.

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  3. Chloe11/3/10, 5:11 PM

    I mean last two lines. Sorry.

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  4. feels11/4/10, 9:47 PM

    thanks everyone

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