Flower or bad book. up toyou

Flower or bad book. up toyou

A Poem by Jack O
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Poem

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Got this idea from Melissa. Never met this person. Just got the idea.

 

 

 

I met a girl

She smiled and gave me a look.

I nodded and

Pressed her in a book.

 

Kept flower.

 

I met another

She was named Brook

I nodded and

Pressed her in a book.

 

Kept flower.

 

I met a someone

And they gave me book.

I looked at all the flowers

And I smiled to look

 

Me pressed me into  -

 

Kept flowers.

 

Can grow us?

Us kept?

Can we show?

Can kept know?

 

The small flowers our petals flat?

Between pages so thick �"

 

Our pressed faces looking out �"

Our pressed wonder wondering out �"

Our wonder wondering about?

 

Can the kept ones?

Can kept flowers shout?

 

I once pressed flowers in a book.

- I do longer pursue such

Rather a sip of tea

Cup of tea, sip I as I �"

- look.

© 2018 Jack O


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I’m curious about this poem. It seems the confusing structure is intentional. At first the meaning is not clearly coming across to me, but if I think about it enough I do begin to understand a purpose.

I wonder if the simple tone in the first few stanzas is intentional. My first instinct is that “look” and “brook” are a forced rhyme, but perhaps that is simply the tone of the poem and those words have more meaning than it seems.

I don’t know if I’ve read a poem like this and I’m intrigued. I’m a novice and still learning so I don’t know a whole lot about poetry, but this one makes me think and I enjoyed reading it!

This review is confusing I know, and probably not too helpful. 😬I’m still figuring out what I think about the poem, but I did enjoy it!


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jack O

5 Years Ago

Look and book are a bit forced, but only to convey a thought and emotion about holding something.
H L Rose

5 Years Ago

That’s interesting! If it has a purpose to convey I think that makes it less forced



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I have always loved it when a pressed flower falls out of a book! Many people hide them away, and maybe even forget about them, but you never know when someone will find it, and your little flower will come tumbling out!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Jack O

5 Years Ago

Similar to dragon fly wings? Some press bugs in books as well. Or they keep them under glass.
I’m curious about this poem. It seems the confusing structure is intentional. At first the meaning is not clearly coming across to me, but if I think about it enough I do begin to understand a purpose.

I wonder if the simple tone in the first few stanzas is intentional. My first instinct is that “look” and “brook” are a forced rhyme, but perhaps that is simply the tone of the poem and those words have more meaning than it seems.

I don’t know if I’ve read a poem like this and I’m intrigued. I’m a novice and still learning so I don’t know a whole lot about poetry, but this one makes me think and I enjoyed reading it!

This review is confusing I know, and probably not too helpful. 😬I’m still figuring out what I think about the poem, but I did enjoy it!


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jack O

5 Years Ago

Look and book are a bit forced, but only to convey a thought and emotion about holding something.
H L Rose

5 Years Ago

That’s interesting! If it has a purpose to convey I think that makes it less forced
I like a lot of these words you have strung together.. maybe not all of them, but certainly, a lot ...... N

Posted 5 Years Ago


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