I can vaguely recollect the flavor of those months...
it seems as though they tasted like poetry.
I wasn't happier then I am right now,
I wasn't sadder either,
but time seemed to stand still back then
and everything passed by me like water
and I stood still and it all seemed very poetic.
I remember Sarah staring into my eyes and saying,
"tell me something deep."
The faith of other people was an enigma to me
in those Quaker meetinghouses and
Presbyterian churches of my childhood.
Sometimes I go to noon services at different churches
instead of going to school.
Doing this makes me feel above reproach
and nearly holy. Still,
I don't believe in anything.
But I wish I did.
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3 comments:
I like the flow of this piece. You did a great job working this together from something else!
I absolutely love this poem. I have never read the book that you compiled it from, but when you were talking about it in class, I was reminded of the book, "Go Ask Alice" that I read in middle school. Good stuff.
I know the book you used as inspiration for this poem and I think you've selected a piece that really portrays the character well. There is a definite tone of innocence and a longing to belong somewhere, or feel devoted to something, a need for a cause. This poem is beautifully composed. I especially like the line "it seems as though they tasted like poetry". I love the way this poem tastes.
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