I was born with memories
Already tied around my ankles,
To keep my head out of the clouds.
They knew when I was dreaming.
I couldn't figure out
Mathematical equations,
But I knew all the colors
That could make a joyful life.
They knew me as an artist.
And when I learned to paint
With the words in my own pen,
Ink splashes with vibrations,
Leaving after-tone of awe.
They knew that I could write.
I skipped spaces on my timeline,
Room for second guesses,
And decided to keep on going.
People wanted more when I had wanted none,
So I resorted to speaking
In other, different tongues.
(I needed an illusion.)
Quand j'ecris l'historie de ma vie,
When I write the story of my life...
Author notes
Option #1: Phrase Prompts
animated lies (1)
In a list
A contest entry
- Best prewrite between december 07 and february 08! by danceswsquirrels.
1910 points, ended April 1, 2008, 38 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
=]
Comments
1 - 15 of 15
-
3
NUMBER IS FOR ME, NOT A PLACEMENT. -
Lovely.
HM.
Peace && Blesses
~Rain -
bronze
awesome job !
-
gold! Great write, I really enjoyed it!
-
gold
-
*SILVER*
-
Very well penned poetry. I would have this in my top three.
All the best,
~T.S~
-
gold
-
Wonderful
So beautiful to learn your natural gift when so young. An artist you are. The first part of the poem is very powerful the whole stanza was my favorite part.
Blessings
Kelle Marie
stavykm
-
excellent
-
wow fansatic i love the first stansa i was born with memeries already tied around my ankles
to keep my head out of the clouds they knew when i was dreaming this poem is wonderful i love it thanks for sharing it with us good luck in the contest
-
I like the tone and depth of which this was written. I can certainly relate to it in many ways. I especially liked:
"And when I learned to paint
With the words in my own pen,
Ink splashes with vibrations,
Leaving after-tone of awe.
They knew that I could write."
I learned that about myself at an early age. I realized I would never amount to an excellent illustrator like my father or brother,(they make me envious) but that I did with the words and pen, what they did with art. That made them envious.
Thanks for sharing. I don't feel so alone in that regard now.
-
Enjoyed that opening stanza - born with memories already tied around my ankles - very vivid these two lines. Liked how you used the phrase prompt at the end o your your poem as well.
-
great use of vocabulary. The words paint rather than speak and give the reader a world of color and images. Nice work, thanks for sharing with the group. I hope you like it here.
-
-
Thank you very much for welcoming me as well as reading my poetry.
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 15 of 15
