Thursday, April 14, 2011

Journal #6

The Gifts



Knock Knock Knock



The door was open.

I came in the house followed by uncertain whispers





I met a red child. 
The child gave me a reddish passion.


I met an orange child. 
The child gave me a scarlet flutter.


I met a yellow child.
The child gave me a sunlight pleasure.


I met a green child.
The child gave me an emerald peace.


I met a blue child.
The child gave me an azure dream.


I met a navy child.
The child gave me a cobalt blue endurance.


I met a purple child.
The child gave me a violet nostalgia.




The gifts that they left became a seed.


The seed bloomed a rainbow flower.






The rainbow petals of the flower blossomed in my heart. 


10 comments:

  1. This poem gave me chills, Dabin! I loved how you color coded it. It shows such wonderful imagery woven within a story that others can also feel within themselves. Keep writing poetry!!

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  2. Hi Dabin,
    I think this wonderful writing reflects you personality
    please don't stop writing and go forward
    waiting for your story

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  3. Thank you very much Ms. Bri and Arif :)
    Your cheerful comments motivated me to have a passion for writing.
    Also, I am so glad that you have enjoyed my poem. Thank you for reading my poetry and see you tomorrow in the class :) Good night~

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  5. wow@@@make me so excited..nice poem....

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  6. Good job! You are very creative

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