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The transcendence of Styrofoa

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Ok first of all i wanna give you a short explanation of what I have here.. lol today I had my English final and it was over poetry analysis. I had to write an essay on a poem that my teacher picked and ble bla bla... I had expected my teacher to pick something pretty easy since it is supposed to be a simple class but when she picked something deep it threw me for a loop lol.

Here was the original poem:

Toadstools



The toadstools are starting to come up,

circular and dry.

Nothing will touch them,

Gophers or chipmunks, wasps or swallows.

They glow in the twilight like rooted will-o’-the-wisps.

Nothing will touch them.

As though little roundabouts from the bunched unburiable,

Powers, dominions,

As though orphans rode herd in the short grass,

as though they had heard the call,

They will always be with us,

transcenders of the world.

Someone will try to stick his beak into their otherworldly styrofoam.

Someone may try to taste a taste of forever.

For some it’s a refuge, for some a shady place to fall down.

Grief is a floating barge-boat,

who knows where it’s going to moor?
~Charles Wright.

Random poem yeah? I went in to a big rant about how the mushrooms were untouched and otherworldly and important and only after talking to a friend about it later he was all like "oh the toadstools were the souls of the dead" while another friend said something about the toadstools growing on a corpse or something.... note that they were both in fact guys... I went on a rant about the magicalness and beauty of them while they talked about dead things lol... so in retaliation i wrote this poem.


The transcendence of Styrofoam mushrooms

Styrofoam mushrooms,
Floating, floating.
While tied strongly to the earth,
Rooted, rooted.
Poison or not.
Untouched by all.
The little creatures cower from their bunched unburiable.
Toadstools.
Lonely children’s bald heads sprout,
Ears open to hear.
A man with a beak eats out their centers,
To taste the never.
Some hide, some ride the caps,
Grief has little place.
Unless it is a boat of course.
Are they sad little toadstools,
Or death or dieing.


Lol and drew the piccy above to go with it.. never done a pic like it before but it was more scribbles of stuff to get a small point across.
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flynfreako's avatar
awesome XD i can see the mushrooms running around!
i featured it here -> [link] :D