Queue formed; cocks were crowing; far out rimed country.
Gathering. for the day of festival.
Strange, a boy out of bed so early.
What’s you name, lad?
An appreciator of arts. Tom.
They say she smiles; four centuries old.
Four brass poles…Velvet rope. Don’t allow rocks.
We’re all here to spit? Has to do with hate,
The past…hardly nobody or nothing we don’t hate.
Tore books; burned them. Drunk and laughing.
Last motorcar; Glass, glittering heaps.
Few spots of beauty. A soul for pretty things. Peace.
Tom stood before the painting. Beautiful…
Yes, the Mona Lisa.
Participate in the destruction of-----shouting, pummeling about, stampeding.
Piece of canvas. Hand clenched tightly to his chest, hidden.
The smile, the lovely smile, there in the darkness. Warm and Gentle.
The world was silent; the moon sailed up, then down the…
Cold sky toward morning.
Author notes
This poem was an English assignment and is based on the story "The Smile" in a book called S is For Space. Every word in the poem comes from the story.
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Well I think your poem is good... and an interesting way to write about a book assignment... ^_^
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LOL! I wrote one just like that...today is my birthday! haha, sorry random! -
No one is commenting *cries* [not really] but i would LOVE it if someone could...i'm DYING HERE. [not really again.]
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