Life
By Kathleen Monahan
I look carefully
Down at the cement
Below my feet
Cream colored
It has gone through
Many obstacles
Its age can be seen
In the cracks
So deep from a variety
Of weather that passed
Day and Night
Night to day
Months to months
Years upon years
It began to wither away
Yet with the sunlight
Available to the dark
Cold Base of the cement
A Strand of grass
Begins to grow.
I liked how you voiced out the history of the cement, and the contrast of its aging with the new life growing right next to it was a nice finishing touch.
ReplyDeleteI like the long description of the cement, and the quick description of the grass. It gives the poem a powerful ending.
ReplyDeleteI like the abstract ideas presented in your poem. Like a rose,in this case grass, growing from concrete. Somewhere life was unexpected,yet it showed its roots. I enjoyed the imagery used,as well as the tone. The end,although closing the poem, seems to be some sort of beginning. I really really like this poem and the idea behind it.
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