Thursday, September 17, 2009

found poem

We don't belong to her you know.
Do you belong to someone?
I know nothing about that.
Would you like to be my mother?
I hear you don't hit children,
And you have lots of money.

You want to end up in the orphanage?

The snow looked strange in the moonlight,
Like icing sugar on a model city.
What do you think of the snow?
But the moon did not answer.
I'll say it again.

Its got nothing to do with the moon!

What an opportunity!
Nobody told us about the merry-go round.
Do you know how to start it?
Definitely not!
Maybe we should put an ad in the paper.

The money is for bad times.

Get your hands off of me!
Who do you think you are?
Once I'm big again!
Grown up?

Your still alone.

2 comments:

  1. I had a hard time trying to make my poem flow as well as yours does. This sounds really good and I especially enjoyed the part about the moon!

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  2. Your poem came together nicely! You did an excellent job putting this poem together. It helps to bring images to mind about the story.

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