I hear America singing
the varied carols of each being, loud and long,
and it seems I need to ask myself,
"What is my song?"
Mouths open,
they tell of what belongs to them today,
and I see that what belongs to me
is what I need to say.
Yet, of this
there is little I know.
Time has passed,
but much more is to go.
The words to my song
are something only coming days may bring,
and so, I can't--at least not yet.
I simply cannot sing.
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Sad day. But I know you'll figure out your song soon, just not by demand in AP Comp class, perhaps. ;)
ReplyDeleteAnyways, nice poem, it made me think. Congrats! However, I noticed a few awkward phrases in this poem, like "Time has passed, but much more is to go." I understand it, I like it, it sounds fine, but it feels like you're compromising what you need to say in order to rhyme. In general, I would prefer meaning to rhyming, but to each their own.
Regardless, interesting poem! Thanks for writing! I especially loved the second stanza.
"and so, I can't--at least not yet."
ReplyDeleteCool line, Ali! Thanks for the poetry.
I love this poem! I like how there seems to be this hidden meaning of uncertainty, not knowing what place you have in the world yet, or who you really are. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteWhat's AP Comp without a poem? But I enjoyed, I really did. I felt a good amount of genuine feeling behind the poem, but I must agree with Stephanie that the rhyming sometimes detracted. It's an easy trap to fall into. Pardon me for being blunt in my critique, it's a bad habit of mine. On the most part, I greatly enjoyed this, particularly the last half.
ReplyDeleteI really liked this poem. Singing isn't everyone's passion, but as long as you find something you enjoy, it won't matter.
ReplyDeleteWrite on!
This post said a lot in few words. I really liked the line "I can't--at least not yet." It really puts an impact into your poem. Good post!
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