Alton Good Plume
Instructor: Renee Roman Nose
Eng 156
A Poem with metaphors
Smoke Signals
From my cousin I just received a smoke signal
Yellow flames filled with thoughts written in charcoal
He tells me about how many moons he got
and how he dreams about his lady thru the days and nights
Demons try to possess his mind with prayer he fights
He's cloaked from darkness by flickering dim lights
He fears his friend Hope might become heartless
He's grateful to be able to ignite fire but sometimes his pencil is spark less
If he is to be corresponded
In search of the rebirths of old and new friendships
Lookin’ forward for returned smoke signals
In a place He would love to forget
Anything to stimulate his humble institutionalized mind
He still can't believe the judge handed him a dime
Don’t worry cuz Im going to show you love
I see your smoke is ill but strong
I'll send you my smoke to help you heal and renew our bond
Hopin’ you'll see it soon
Dedicated to Ivan Rain Good Plume
That's cool man. I really like the line "He fears his friend hope might become heartless"
ReplyDeleteI aslo wanted to thank you and Paco for comming and talking on Thursday. I know it isn't an easy thing to do, especially for two hours. You guys did a good job, it was interesting. Tell Able to set up a blog or hit me up on mine. Tell him I said: knowledge is a lake not a river. It ebbs and flows back and forth not one way. I would be happy to learn from each other.