Behold the birth of genius...
Miracles are love,
miracles are peace,
miracles are freedom,
miracles are life-savers,
miracles are whatever is amazing.
I find this to be especially interesting because I'm not sure why in the world I would write a poem about miracles unless prompted. I'm pretty sure in 7th grade I had never witnessed, nor been a part of a miracle before (unless you count the Razorbacks 1994 NCAA Final Four victory).
My home is a dome over me,
it is very quiet.
in my domed home.
In the middle of a small sea,
I am very quiet,
The dome cracks,
the sea waves (I think, I can't read my cursive),
cheaping (again, I can't read my cursive).
First off, my home is not a dome. It wasn't then and it isn't now. I live nowhere near a sea and in 7th grade the only water I had ever seen was Lake Ouachita. And why was I sleeping in the middle of a small sea?
this made me laugh... but not out loud... the baby is sleeping
I'm teaching poetry right now, and it looks like you were trying to use assonance on that last one. Domed home...the long o sound. :) Very impressive...I may have to share them with my lovely 14 year olds.
your writing is the best! When's the book coming? hope you include these and other early writings!!
where are the files of lauren cowling?!?!?!?!
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