Ree at Sixteen
Mama, please awaken
from the coma of indifference,
the shelter of incomprehension
Fear presses in
Bravado links fingers with panic
Cold lips meet
seeking solace while bellies grumble
and screams sound but do not
echo
Frozen rain
falls
on frozen souls
no tears permitted or endured
The coyote howls my anguish
as my hopes shatter like icicles
the slight tinkling disguising their deadly point
Walk nearer, come closer
Dream, believe… and suffer
Hopes don’t kill quickly,
sharply piercing the flesh
No.
No, they slide in gently,
just a pinch miss,
and as they withdraw
and as they withdraw
darkness seeps in like poison
Killing the color, dulling the senses
I lie battered and bleeding
my hideous reality
finally transcribed on my face
by artists who pound with passion on the canvas
No solace, no madness to escape behind
Rescued by a Teardrop
Not mine,
never mine.
For mine linger
frozen
in my soul
CLCrain 3/1/12
Cindy,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poem. I liked how you encluded Ree's mother in it, since she is really not in the story a whole lot.I liked the part when you said "frozen rain falls on frozen snow," that was my favorite part in your poem. Good job on analyzing the story to a poem. I hope you get a good grade.
Brettney Stults
This is an amazing poem! I really like poetry, especially good poetry and yours was very good.I thought it was clever how you included Teardrop in there. I like how you wrote the poem from Ree's view which gives it more emotion and power. Good Job!
ReplyDeleteGreat use of words. I really enjoyed reading your summary on the reading. I also created a poem. They are really hard to get six to eight sentences in for our grade points. googled Meth pics to get a picture I also found my link there.There is alot of information on the life of people affected by Meth.
ReplyDeleteCindy:
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem. I am impressed by the way you put the emotions that Ree was dealing with so eloquently. Ree is such a fighter. I cannot help but cheer her on in her endeavors. Woodrell painted such a descriptive story, it has kept my mind actively involved. Thank you for your poem and insight into other areas Ree was dealing with. My best to you in our ENG 102 class. Keep up the great work.