Sunday, April 5, 2009

Hope is dark turquoise
It feels like riding a bike against the wind
It sounds like air leaking slowly out of a tire
It smells like burnt birthday cake
It looks like the 1st place hurdler tripping over the last one
It tastes like pure vanilla
Hope makes me feel uncertain
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  1. UnknownApril 5, 2009 at 9:14 PM

    This is very interesting...I like how each convey something totally different. Your second poem is one that I can really relate to. Good job! Mrs. Scott

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