A poem about the things in life that make us worry.
Wasted water, winter woes,
worn wallets, worthless warrants.
While we wake, work, worship, wake,
we worry, wondering
which way we will wander.
Withered, witless, weary?
Weightless, wise, whole?
We walk whatever way works,
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I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
In my country, there is a really good realistic poem: Every morning at sunrise A girl passes my door Turns the corner and disappears head up tired Tobacco wraps in the factory It's like he's drinking himself He dreams while wrapping like all people Wants to have a home husband who doesn't drink Whatever God gives, he gets by As long as it's happy home Outside it starts to rain deep pain in your heart Tears flow from your eyes Networks factory girl Machines are like thorns It sinks into your heart every day hands to knit wool Every day he is in trouble for bread
Very good! your tautograms are getting better every time.
This poem beautifully captures the anxieties that many of us face in our daily lives. The alliteration and repetition of sounds in the first few lines add to the sense of chaos and overwhelm. The use of opposites in the lines "Withered, witless, weary? Weightless, wise, whole?" offers a thought-provoking contrast between negative and positive states of being. The final line, "We walk whatever way works, wishing," leaves a sense of uncertainty and longing for a better future. Well done, Madison Newton!