|Have you ever been on the verge of something brilliant when you were suddenly interrupted? In a different vein, have you ever read a story and felt like, between the lines, you gained insight into current events in the writer’s life?
A few weeks ago my mom was here. With her she brought a small box which held random papers and things from long ago that belonged to me. To be honest, I’ll get rid of most of it, but I did happen upon something a little different than the other forgotten-significance artifacts. My highly-honed handwriting analysis skills tell me that I penned this around age five or six. I’ve had a request for more poetry; I hope this gives some intellectual satisfaction.
(Translation: A Poem Written by Alison Raymond
The world so beautiful
and the flowers are growing
when-I-go-2-bed-I-don’t-like-2
The End.)
Can’t a writer catch a break? Speaking of breaks, I hope everyone has a good weekend.
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August 25th, 2007 at 12:00 pm
LOL! That is really sweet, Alison! You were a brilliant writer even then…now what is the symbolism of the numeral 2′s rather than having them written out…hmmmm… smiles!
August 25th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
Great poem Alison!
August 26th, 2007 at 4:49 am
I hope 2 be that good some day.
August 26th, 2007 at 5:26 am
One–oops, “1″ can only aspire.
And how things change as we get older, right? Such as after a long day like today, I would rewrite it, “When I go to bed I li…zzzzzzzzz.”
If you haven’t had a chance, you might look at David’s last comment on the last post. It’s the greatest.
August 26th, 2007 at 1:54 pm
Nice pun Alison! I was better off before I knew the trurh about Will – no offense intended – it just makes things a little strange when you find out that The Greatest American Hero is actually a gun carrying Christian romance novelist.
September 2nd, 2007 at 11:50 pm
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m the older sister
and you’re number 2
September 3rd, 2007 at 10:56 am
LOL! Poetic talent obviously runs in the family… smiles!