Living on Hope- Taryn
Living on Hope
Curtains finally rising
First steps were
Jews not allowed
The race toward death had begun
Time was running out
But ruled by delusion
Hope was still alive
When all else
Was empty and dead
A royal feast
To living on snow
No food
But still, hope
A germ of hope still alive
But there was a camp
With a fire
Fueled by bodies
Surely this was a dream
A cursed year
Hanging from the gallows
Time running out
Dances of death
Silently, gently
Suffocating me
Time is running out
But eventually
Truth in all things
Was revealed
Free at last!
From Jared:
ReplyDeleteTaryn, good job on your found poem. I like how you talk about how time is running out and that hope was alive but everything else is dead.
From Leah:
ReplyDeleteI liked the point at which you talk about having a feast with snow instead of food. It shows contrast between what victims hoped to have versus what they were given. It was creative imagery that I wouldn’t have thought of myself. At some points though, some lines seem odd or out of place. I understand that it is difficult to string together pre-written content into a poem with no flaws, but there are some points at which I think it could have been fixed. Overall, this was full of great imagery and I think you did well.