An Average Memory
An Average Memory
In Mrs. Virgin’s room I lied
On leather couch, black dyed
As comfy as a cloud in our sky
This ladies and gentlemen is a memory
Now usually they are profound and meaningful
This definitely isn’t. Unless we’re sappy for furniture
Now imagine us as an exhausted teenager. Who am I kidding?
Look into a mirror from time to time, we’ll find they’re right there!
Now imagine walking into Mrs. Virgin’s room. What do we see?
Walls staying strong with yellowed bandages and scars
Projectors humming a new tune to the elderly room
Ah and students; speaking of memories
Collected over our years
Individual memories
Listen to our peers
Words of emotion
Loud and ferocious
A great commotion
One after another in our sea
Affected by contagious disease
Beginning to make art with our memories
An individual perception of the world; Memories
Why we been assigned to make art with memories unique to us
When we have shared memories with each other for centuries!
Men have come and gone; but our memory remains
Together, we crawled out of the stone age
With marble, we created our domain
We rebuilt it; warnings unheeded
We did so until we exceeded
Our work still uncompleted
Now ladies and gentlemen
We have come to this point
An exhausted specimen
In Mrs. Virgin’s room lied
On leather couch, black dyed
As comfy as a cloud in our sky
And so, we now all share a memory…
I really like how you brought it all together by repeating “In Mrs. Virgins room lied, on leather couch, black dyed”, I also like the rhyme there.
I really like how you decided to put your memory into poem form, it shows how you perceive the memory and adds individualism.
I love the repetition and how you took us with you and created a memory that we could all relate to. The Formatting was a really good details >:)
i really like how you put your story into poem form, it shows how you perceive the story and it also adds individualism.
I can see this story. I can feel this memory.