Thursday, August 12, 2010

What I Hope Will Happen This Year

When someone leaves his

or her country very young

One tends to forget many things

You forget the smells,

The color of the sky,

You forget the feeling of the cold,

You forget the faces,

smiles, and the laughter

Of the people you love

You forget the happy moments in the past,

You forget the small details

Because

Over the years

The fragile mind

Beings to fade those moments...

It’s important to go back

And regain all those lost years.

This year I will become more alert to contact people far away.


One hug was not enough that day

Last year we had lost the semi-final soccer game.

Tears of anger and sadness poured out of my eyes.

I saw the other team cheer

And wear a smile

That went from one side of the face to the other.

This year, I know we will win.


Tuneless, string less, it lies there is the dust,

Like some great thought on a forgotten page,

It sits there, the violin

In the dark

Waiting for someone

to wake its beautiful harmony.

This year I will be the one that wakes the beautiful instrument.


I stretch my arm forward and push back

The constant kick like a motor.

I’m swimming through a storms of doubts

Through my fears

Through my failures

Through my past and present

Swimming through joys and sadness

trying to go toward the shore

almost getting drowned by emotions

I’m swimming through my life

A place

where you will be confused,

confident

and content.

This year I will become stronger to get through the storm of emotions.

I see my sister’s fingers fly across the black and white keys

The melody growing as the days pass and turn in to years

I see her maturity become greater

At a speed I can not remember

I see she has flourished

But I just want the song to calm near the end

Because I’m afraid she will not ask for my help one day

This year I will appreciate my sister a lot more.


This year I will become more alert to contact people far away.

This year, I know we will win.

This year I will be the one that wakes the beautiful instrument.

This year I will become stronger to get through the storm of emotions.

This year I will appreciate my sister a lot more.

6 comments:

  1. Astounding. Its true that it is important to go back and regain those lost memories. To feel that moment you used to cherish, and laugh at. And that, is a treasure.

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  2. I love your imagery and I love this passage "I stretch my arm forward and push back

    The constant kick like a motor.

    I’m swimming through a storms of doubts

    Through my fears

    Through my failures"

    Please reread your poem- Change dose to those and see where you might have left out a word.

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  3. Wow. I love your refrains!! But i agree with ms. meadows. It really does sound like you want to cherish every moment of that time now.

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  4. Excellent. Very good imagery and description, also good use of poetic devices-imagery,refrain,metaphor- but you have grammatical and spelling mistakes."But I just what the song to calm near the end" fix those and it will be perfect

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  5. Stunning O.O
    Wow...There is no word to even describe this...Just W.O.W
    I love your metaphors and imagery. Also, with your words, I could feel how you felt.but there was a few spelling mistakes. Other than that, I think this is BEAUTIFUL :D

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  6. Everything has been said.
    INCREDIBLE! AMAZING! OUTSTANDING! BREATH-TAKING! Love your refrains and imagery! Great job!

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