Building - poem by Madison Delacroix
It was all brokenalmost as if parts of porcelain are broken apart on a crisp floor
happening in seconds
what power broke it?
what was in control?
thoughts float away like dust in the wind
wonders come, then leave
finding them never came to mind-
but they were all here
anger never left
breaking it more
seemingly impossible to fix
The glass crumbs microscopic
wind comes
blowing hope in a stream of soothing wisps
whispering a shush
slowly catching a breath
piece by piece seeing again
the patterns that connect
beautifully painted portions come together
forming the picture
what was once a vase
now a piece of art
I used consonance in the beginning with a "p" parts, porcelain, apart, power
ReplyDeleteeach stanza separates a different feeling or mood, (the first one - questions? confusion , then - hopeless, then frustration, then happy peacefulness, then accomplishment
I used Euphony on the peaceful part about the soothing wind and hope
Maddie, I love this poem! It looks as if you took your time writing this and really thought about what you were saying. Your word choice in this poem was very smooth and fit together well. Good Job!
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