Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Papa Rone



Papa Rone

He's staring at me with his big gloomy eyes, 
each one looking at me 
but he can't see me. 
All he can see is nothing but a black light.
He tries to stand but he can't; he's too old now. 

His bold hair sparks in the sun like a light.
His long legs try to fit in the small wheel chair like 
a full grown man trying to put on kids clothes.
His toothless face looks like at me like like a jack o'lantern. 
He lays in his bed in the sun light.

His voice makes an echo like two people trapped in a
cave calling for help.
His big head dangles over his body.

That's my papa.

4 comments:

  1. I liked how you used personification with the wind how to blows its nose and how you added the Otakaro river in it

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  2. It's great that you're learning a new thing.

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  3. I like this poem because it's very relaxing and discripted from Felix R_L

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  4. OMG love how you put in his hair sparks in the light πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘πŸ²

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