Why not breathe life into stoic statues,
And lend them reason to exist?
Or enchant their feet to dance,
To colorful swirly love sounds;
Or dare to scare a rollercoaster of excitement,
Into those wet drooling mouths,
And mend wounded wits with laughter?
Please throw a shards of glass into their face,
So they might feel stinging pain
And the comfort of warm salty tears
Running down their aching cheeks.
Or do you fear that if skin is broken,
one will find metal?
Pump genuine blood into hardened hearts,
So Love may course through their veins.
I beg you! Please...
Am I the only one with eyes?
release me
~The Reciever of Memory
Author notes
About the wonderful novel, The Giver. It's been a while since I read it but it still stuck with me all those years.
A contest entry
- The Giver by Lois Lowry by Atrus.
1250 points, ended August 31, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i have'nt read 'the giver' but i love the imagery and metaphors in this piece.
well done!!!
absolutely cracking read...
keep up the good work...
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Thank you for this poem, you've done a wonderful job at stepping into the emotional shoes of the Receiver. And something about the repeated sounds put me into the mindset of stories/fairy tales, which I appreciated (such as "dare to scare" or "wounded wits").
My favorite line was definitely "Or dare to scare a rollercoaster of excitement into those wet drooling mouths." Anyway, it was obvious you put time and attention into this poem, so good luck in the contest and thank you for entering
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