Alis Reid Written age 13
MY POEM POEM
One day I thought to myself What can a poem be about? I thought I knew the answer But then I began to doubt.
Can it really be about everything and anything? Really anything at all? Could it be about cell walls, crank calls, beach balls, dance halls A tiny scrawl, a big fall, a small crawling squash ball?
Maybe free will, a small hill, distil, bank bills? A pain pill, a phone bill, beacon hill, an old mill? Maybe something random like a damp lava lamp Or something more serious like a concentration camp?
Does it have to be dramatic, Or long or small or tall? Does it have to have verbs and adjectives? Or none of them at all?
Maybe I could use medical words like diagnosis, Then prognosis and hypnosis, Psychosis, necrosis, and thrombosis Fibrosis, Cirrhosis and acidosis!
Simple words like bed and shed Ted and read and fed and said Cat and at and mat and sat That and splat and fat and tat
Perhaps I could use words like sister, Or mister Lister blister the transistor To make an interesting poem Or a great big long tongue twister!
Would I be able to write a fable About a table in a stable Or would I be unable to Label the complications of a cable fable?
Maybe I won't even write a poem Instead I'll write a story About common morning glory Or somewhere in Mandadori
I've got some ideas for a plot Like a yacht called Scott whose knot rots a lot in the hot. Or someone who shot a cot's weak spot Which makes them taught to be distraught.
Words like BANG and sizzle shriek Are all types of onomatopoeia Unlike that flower from America Known as the castilleia.
Maybe I won't even write at all I'll make my dog chase its own tail .Till it wails about the oncoming gale Or read a modern fairy tale.
I'm looking back at what I've written now And I think this may be a poem. A poem? Written by me?
Well would you look at that, I've written like a poet! I obviously did know what a poem could be about, I just simply didn't know it.
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