victor dyck
Oct 01, 2022
This poem is part of the contest:

A Poem To Your Childhood Self

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WONDERS

<p>IN MY CHILDHOOD THERE WAS ALOT OF WONDER AND ADVENTURE WONDER LIKE TORRENTIAL STREAMS OF WATER FROM SWAMPS STREAMS PONDS BY MYSELF IN THE SPRING ALLTHOUGH I HAD MY BOROTHER AND OUR GOOD FRIENDS ADVENTURE EXPLORING WOODS AND FIELDS ONE TIME IN THE CITY I WAS WITH MY MOTHER IN A DEPARTMENT STORE CONFUSING MANIKENS FOR PEOPLE PEOPLE FOR MANIKENS OUT SIDE THE GRADE SCHOOL ONE LATE SPRING DAY A FRIEND CAUGHT A BEE IN HIS HANDS WITHOUT STINGNG THEN LET IT GO</p>

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I HOPE THIS ADDS MAGIC TO YOUR LIVES

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Massachusetts middlesex

Favorite Poets: shelly pope shakespeare dryden robert frost ee cummings t

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