the move
I got an 85% on this poem last semester. i found it just now, and i like it. what do you think?
The Move
By: Michelle Whiting
Let loose, I’m out, to roam this world vast,
Out of the place to which I held fast.
The fences were made of my flesh and my bone,
Crafted myself, but never my home.
Today is the day, I’m leaving this place;
Straightforward, towards tomorrow’s face.
My old house, I’m sure, will be kept quite well,
This house, from the outside, was easy to sell.
For the landlord is tricky, you see.
He tells you lies, like he told to me.
You fall for his bluff, and now the house sold.
It used to look nice, but now it’s quite cold.
I knew from the start that this place wasn’t right,
But finding else on short notice was slight.
So I bought the old house, thinking it’d conform.
I could fix it all up, and make it feel warm.
Like I said before, the fences I made,
And I planted gardens with seeds I had laid.
Corroded fruits and plants that went bad,
Were all that would grow in the garden I had.
I put out some flowers to make it feel kind,
Masking the poor soil rotting inside.
I tried to get out, and find a new space,
But the same landlord owned realty all over the place.
Finally I found a new landlord who’s true,
And He is willing to sell land to you.
With this new owner, I’ve got all I need.
My contract reads “you will be free indeed”.
The Move
By: Michelle Whiting
Let loose, I’m out, to roam this world vast,
Out of the place to which I held fast.
The fences were made of my flesh and my bone,
Crafted myself, but never my home.
Today is the day, I’m leaving this place;
Straightforward, towards tomorrow’s face.
My old house, I’m sure, will be kept quite well,
This house, from the outside, was easy to sell.
For the landlord is tricky, you see.
He tells you lies, like he told to me.
You fall for his bluff, and now the house sold.
It used to look nice, but now it’s quite cold.
I knew from the start that this place wasn’t right,
But finding else on short notice was slight.
So I bought the old house, thinking it’d conform.
I could fix it all up, and make it feel warm.
Like I said before, the fences I made,
And I planted gardens with seeds I had laid.
Corroded fruits and plants that went bad,
Were all that would grow in the garden I had.
I put out some flowers to make it feel kind,
Masking the poor soil rotting inside.
I tried to get out, and find a new space,
But the same landlord owned realty all over the place.
Finally I found a new landlord who’s true,
And He is willing to sell land to you.
With this new owner, I’ve got all I need.
My contract reads “you will be free indeed”.