My Bittersweet Escape

My Bittersweet Escape

A Poem by L.A.
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Something for Language Arts class.

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I lay down on my bed

and saw a beautiful dark sky.

I made a wonderful game

to leave all this behind.



No present existed,

just each of us, hand-in-hand.

The most incredible thing:

Sprinting across the sand.



What would it be like

to be free once again?






At night... I dreamed.

A wonderful escape.

© 2011 L.A.


Author's Note

L.A.
A rather abrupt ending, but we were only allowed to have a certain number of lines.

We're doing a Holocaust unit in Language Arts, and we recently watched a movie called "One Survivor Remembers", about a woman named Gerda Weissmann who survived the Holocaust, but had nobody after it was over. We were assigned to do a blended poem, where you take one phrase that Gerda Weissmann said, and then write a phrase of your own, based on either:
-5 of your goals/dreams
-5 memories
-5 friends, or
-5 difficult times.


The poem starts with a phrase from Gerda, then me, and Gerda, etc. The bottom two lines are Gerda's, though.

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I like it:) It's simple. It takes you to another world... of wonder ;D

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like the ending.

Posted 11 Years Ago


That's a different assignment and you conquered it very well. Nice blending.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Pretty good.

Posted 12 Years Ago


hmmm, i can relate to this. I like this piece because i can understand where ur coming from. Good write:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Lol, I never did this >->'

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a neat assignment, one you blended quite well. Very enjoyable work. I like the dream of freedom. Did you feel like you were channeling Gerda?


Excellent!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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