This poem I wrote two years ago, came up on my Facebook timeline. It’s about a child’s experience of ‘the new normal’. We must NEVER forget what they did to kids.
As with most people who write, I look back on this with a writer’s vicious, attacking self critique. The view from the bridge of growth, hey?
I see clichés and lazy, clumsy, obvious rhymes… …
BUT in its defence, I think what it has going for it, is the ability to frame a situation from the point of view of a child and in doing so is able to capture emotions and perspective otherwise difficult to grasp.
And people seemed to like it at the time I put it out. Often poems are so up their own arse they cannot be absorbed by those who most need to hear the message.
As with most people who write, I look back on this with a writer’s vicious, attacking self critique. The view from the bridge of growth, hey?
I see clichés and lazy, clumsy, obvious rhymes… …
BUT in its defence, I think what it has going for it, is the ability to frame a situation from the point of view of a child and in doing so is able to capture emotions and perspective otherwise difficult to grasp.
And people seemed to like it at the time I put it out. Often poems are so up their own arse they cannot be absorbed by those who most need to hear the message.
Julie the wordsmith strikes again!
This was one of the first poems I put *out there* on social media.
I think that writing from the perspective of a child can be a good way of conveying the absurdity of a situation.