Three Days without You Poem
This is a sequence poem that will help students transition from one setting and time into another. Pacing will also be another aspect to this poem. Comas will be used as pauses in the poem. Each setting will be divided into separate stanzas or sequence. There will be a total of three settings in the poem. Color, smell, sight, touch, taste, and hearing should be included in the poem. The stanzas can be separated by dates like in Anne Sexton's poem. The objective in this poem is to imagine someone you love is no longer with you. Imagine how those different settings would look and feel like if your loved one was not there. This poem was inspired by Anne Sexton's Eighteen Days Without You. The poem must start with Without you, only in the fist stanza.
I Wonder What My Life Would Be Like
Without you, it's grey and black in our living room
Dust in the air fogs up my eyes
The stench of old diapers fills the air
A broken baby bottle is right next to our
Last family picture
The beer and soda stained sofa
Is leaning against the cob webbed, plain
Sounds of silence float around the specs of dust.
The television is no longer the center of attention
Its static sounds make its way towards my ears
Whispering "Fix me...Please."
"Ok that's enough son pay attention to the movie."
The TV flashed blue then red then grey pictures.
I glimpse at my mom's honey glazed eyes,
And she looks back at mine
She says, "I like this part"
I smile and says, "I like it too."
I smell the sweet aroma of the freshly made cake
A chocolate cake, dressed in snow white frosting
Its strawberry filling sprays the kitchen
With tongue tingling madness.
My taste buds seemed eager to get to know the cake
A little bit better.
You're hands are a work of art
The way you turn plain ingredients into masterpieces
Let me tell you, I am addicted to your food.
Yellow and orange flowers light up the room
The colors reflect the sun, like these silver spoons
Reflect the moon
Without you, this reality wouldn't be true.
These flowers you gave life too would turn blue
Plain white tortillas,
Would be the only thing I would know how to do.
The illuminated room would look like the inside of a cave
Cold breeze gliding across my skin.
It's morning, spring has arrived
The dew drops are sprinkled across
The uncut lushes green lawn
They glimmer in the daylight
Dark brown soil holds the lawn in place
The smell of fresh air inflates my soul
With pure energy
This energy that consumes my mind
I ask my mom "Why are we alive?"
She smiles and pulls out her cross
And says "Imagine if I wasn't alive,
You wouldn't have asked this question."
She looks at the lawn and says "The lawn would be just dirt,
No dew drops, no fresh soil, and no life."
She rubs her cross gently and then looks at me
And says "Without me you wouldn't be here to share spring."
She smiles once more and says "Everyone has a purpose,
And once you complete that purpose you simply become
A part of this earth."
- Sergio Peralta