Identity
In my English class we’ve been doing a poetry unit, and one of our assignments was to write a poem in the format of Identity by Julio Noboa Polanco with our own extended metaphors. Even though this wasn’t exactly my own work in the light that we were supposed to take from the original poem and incorporate it into ours, I still rather like how it turned out, so here ya go 😛
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Let them be the sun
Always brilliant, bright, bold
Yet so harsh and unforgiving.
I’d rather be the frigid rain,
pouring down on the ground below,
bringing forth life across lands.
From the clouds
where I was born,
To the fields and oceans
of earth.
Wind coursing through droplets
of water
and moving me towards
my destination.
I’d rather be regarded with distaste
and heal the wounds,
than be so stiff and impervious to
the horrors I have caused.
Though I might hear protest
and cries of indignation,
I’d rather be the fresh, fragrant aroma
of the new season
than the burning sensation
of flames up above.
If I could be the one create and raise,
I’d rather be
the dreaded rain.
Delightful poem. I love your phrasing. It makes it easy to picture and feel what you’re talking about.
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Wow, thank you so much! And no worries at all, thanks to you for the follow as well 🙂
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