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This is a poem I wrote in 6th grade for a project. Though it's not that great, I won a contest from the League of American Poets for it. At least I think it was the LoAP. It was something like that. Anyway, here it is- World's Wound
World's Wound (by Calliope N.)
A little girl watching the news,
A body comes up, all covered in blood.
"I don't understand. What is that?"
Her father looks at the screen.
"It's war.""What's war?"
He looks at his daughter,
"It's the world's wound."
An older girl, reading the paper,
There's picture of a man, looting a house.
"I don't understand. What is that?"
Her aunt looks at the picture.
"It's greed.""What's greed?"
She looks at her niece,
"It's the world's wound."
A teenage girl, reading the "Times,"
She sees a picture of a man, beating a protester.
"I don't understand. What is that?"
Her grandfather looks at the page.
"It's hate.""What's hate?"
He looks at his granddaughter,
"It's the world's wound."
A grown-up woman, watching a movie,
It flashes to a boy, all dressed in rags.
"I don't understand. What is that?"
Her roommate looks at the TV.
"It's poverty.""What's poverty?"
She looks at her friend,
"It's the world's wound."
A middle-aged woman, reading a book,
A passage comes up: "She ignores his pleas."
"I don't understand. What is that?"
Her husband looks at the sentence.
"It's apathy.""What's apathy?"
He looks at his wife,
"It's the world's wound."
Years later, an old woman looks at a child,
Silently watching the news.
There's a video of a weeping family.
"I don't understand. What's that?"
His grandmother looks at her grandchild.
"It's sadness.""What's sadness?"
She thinks about it and says-
"It's the world's wound."
... ... ... So, that's my poem. Depressing isn't it? Can you imagine a little eleven year old girl sitting at her desk and writing that? But yeah, I took myself very seriously when I was younger.
Now I know better.
My poetry has lately taken a turn for the worst, this is the best poem I've written in five years. Sad isn't it? Ah well.
My taste in poetry hasn't changed much really. My favorite poet is Wilfred Owen, a WWI war poet. I like how tangible he makes it seem, how he doesn't sugar-coat the realities of war. On the flip side of that, I also really liked David Levithan's book "The Realm of Possibility" (it's great, if you haven't read his stuff you should). I don't really like rhyming poetry. Unless it's a song or something. That's different.
 sarcasm bites back · Wed Dec 03, 2008 @ 02:34am · 0 Comments |
