We´ve been working with a poem called "The Lost Woman..." that is about a person that looses someone creating a new past situation. The task was to write our own poem with a similar structure.
I was very tired,
We returned from San Luis couple of days after this happened
Actually we were in a graduate trip
Yet in San Luis I was happy
Meanwhile in Adrogue a kind of small typhoon
Crashed whithout excuse
I arrived home
My father told me
"We are happy that you had a great time,
Unfortuantley we had a blue demise,
I´m sorry but Wok (my dog) is dead"
After that report I felt empty maybe?
Or confused?
I don´t know but
Definitely I was sad
But who cares?
He will not come back
Wok was everything for me
I mean, he was a partner after all hassle
But...
What would have passed if that trip have not exist?
He would have died? Or
He would survive?
Probalbly, nothing would change
What is different is that I could have said goodbye to him
As my brothers accompanied him to peace
That would be stress for me
He, laid back in a bed
Me, crying until my eyes, a desert became
But my soul would be totally safe
"Dont think about me
I prefer what really happened
Instead of seeing tears whasing me sadly"
Well done, Manuel.
ResponderEliminarI appreciate that you take the time to share and write about such an experience.
The photograph together with the poem really captures what Wok meant to you.
8 (eight)