When someone leaves his
or her country very youngOne 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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI love your imagery and I love this passage "I stretch my arm forward and push back
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
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.
ReplyDeleteExcellent. 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
ReplyDeleteStunning O.O
ReplyDeleteWow...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
Everything has been said.
ReplyDeleteINCREDIBLE! AMAZING! OUTSTANDING! BREATH-TAKING! Love your refrains and imagery! Great job!