its 4.30am, and i cant sleep.
i didnt wana start watchin anymore tv series,
so i was just reading some poems.
i love poems,
the wordplay,
the symbolism and hidden meanings,
they're so beautiful.
Picture Puzzle Piece by Shel Silverstein
One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the redVelvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little biteOf the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.
how i wish, i can one day,
write just as well.
December 4, 2009
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how would you know you can't write well when you havent even tried?
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