So much depends upon
My silver old car
That always patient to wait me
Till I go in to the car
That also takes and brings me
To everywhere
So much depends upon
My lovely parents
Who always make
a big smile in my face
Who never tired to love me
So much depends upon
The cold weather
Feels like a vanilla ice cream
That sprinkled with rainbow
That I am eating it right now
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I love the symmetry and structure that lets you create three simple, focused points in this poem that makes for an impressive "riff" on William Carlos Williams' original. The last stanza has - for me - the best imagery, and description:
ReplyDelete"The cold weather
Feels like a vanilla ice cream
That sprinkled with rainbow
That I am eating it right now."
Wonderful job!
Bryan
Thank you!
ReplyDeleteHow about you? Do you also writing a poetry?