A Fragment Going Home

A Poem By Raine // 1/15/2011

 a bit of poetry bit my finger

lightly begging for a bit of attention

i shook it off and went on my way

it followed me down the vacant street

and into my own four wooden walls of space

it sat by me while I busied myself with other things

crawled on my pillow and whistled through the night

trying to find a door into my dreams

swimming in my cup of tea it

looked for an opening

slipped into my pocket and waited

for me to find it next to my favourite pen

and with surprise I scrawled a hasty line

and sent the funny thing home




 I love it! So very true--a poem nags you until you finally write it down. 

Madeline | Sat, 01/15/2011

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

True, that. If only some

True, that. If only some would do it more and some less.

Kay J Fields | Sat, 01/15/2011

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Ha ha!!

Reads as sweet and sure as a peice of peppermint candy. :) 

paperpoet | Sun, 01/16/2011

Aw cute!

I like this! Definitly true! And I liked how you explained it! Very nice!

Well done!

Write on!

Kassady | Sun, 01/16/2011

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
Write On!

This is so cute and sweet and

This is so cute and sweet and really quite true :)

E | Mon, 01/17/2011

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

What's it called when you

What's it called when you take an inanimate object or an animal and describe it as if it has a personality?

Whatever it's called, you did it enchantingly.

Anna | Mon, 01/17/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

 Thank you very much for all

 Thank you very much for all the lovely comments! It's called personification, and it's a poetic device that I love playing with--it's really quite fun! :-)

Raine | Mon, 01/17/2011


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