December 16, 2018 9:06 pm
Note: My son August, age 11, wrote this poem this morning.
The wind blows
It does nothing
The rain falls
It does nothing
Yet if you were the rain
Or the wind
You would cry out
“Remember me too.”
And if you were yourself
You would already be doing that
Oddly, I’m ready.
I don’t know what for.
But I know if the wind and the rain stops
I’ll cry out
“Somebody Break Me”
And the stars will reply
“Not yet.”
Posted by Jeff Schwaner
Categories: Poetry
Tags: august schwaner, poetry
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Brilliant. What the???
By jessamayann on December 16, 2018 at 9:13 pm
I know.
By Jeff Schwaner on December 16, 2018 at 9:19 pm
He’s ready, all right. Wonderful.
By Ann Koplow on December 16, 2018 at 11:12 pm
Wow! “Somebody Break Me”!? Unforgettable! This poem could be a broadside – it’s so beautiful and pure in its intensity, I revel in reading it over and over.
By Lynne Burnett on December 16, 2018 at 11:13 pm
Amazing – are you not tempted to claim you wrote it?
By daninmaya on December 17, 2018 at 12:48 am
The kid’s good.
By Ellen Hawley on December 17, 2018 at 4:31 am
Impressive!
By Jazz Jaeschke on December 17, 2018 at 12:53 pm
The padawan is on the right path.
By rivrvlogr on December 18, 2018 at 12:44 pm
Beautiful work, August!
By Chris Furst on January 2, 2019 at 7:41 pm