Saturday, April 10, 2010

A poem I made, based on this picture:

The following is a poem I wrote based on this National Poetry Month prompt from budtheteacher.

barn blues

Dusk.
Gray shadows ripple across the sky.
A battered pickup sits on yellowing grass, and it seems to be nostalgic over something...What?
Is the paint on the barn it guards fading?
Is the truck missing it's former owner, perhaps?
Who can delve into the minds of machines?
Who will ever know?
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4 comments:

  1. Evan WApril 10, 2010 at 12:44 PM

    Post Comments NOW!

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  2. QueticogirlApril 12, 2010 at 7:20 PM

    I love the second line: "Gray shadows ripple across the sky."

    Great verb!

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  3. Tony BApril 13, 2010 at 7:28 AM

    This is a terrific poem. I love how you described the truck as being "nostalgic over something". Made me look at that picture with an entirely different viewpoint.

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  4. Evan WApril 13, 2010 at 2:36 PM

    @Tony B Thank you for commenting on my blog.

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