Kale Beaudry

Rookie (September 3rd,1990 / Vancouver, BC, Canada)

Day In The Life Of A Melted Plastic Soldier - Poem by Kale Beaudry

press my pretty face in the green grass—
a growing layer of never-ending cloud cover—
searching for the smaller world
with my pretty face and the green grass

touch my fair fingers to the cold earth—
the perfect foundation for third-person encounters—
operas in earnest, no such thing as city light
with my fair fingers and the cold earth

expose my sunflower iris's to solemn forms—
as transcendental yet as microscopic as myself—
wondering if realization is truly universal
with my sunflower iris's and solemn forms

manifest my bright mind to passive poetics—
internal analysis between simple and sublime—
with my face in grass, and hand on earth
The Sun snarls ferociously at my back.


Comments about Day In The Life Of A Melted Plastic Soldier by Kale Beaudry

  • Rookie - 480 Points Patti Masterman (7/19/2009 6:07:00 PM)

    This is whimsical and fun (I may be simple minded; but I do my best LOL) .
    It's intriguing to read comments from one young genius about another young
    genius' poem! Cause then I have to go check out the other poem..and get into
    this endless loop thingy. But it's really engrossing. (smile) Maybe I hoping some
    of the amazement will rub off on me by association! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jessica Robert (7/1/2009 1:13:00 PM)

    'expose my sunflower iris's to solemn forms—
    as transcendental yet as microscopic as myself—
    wondering if realization is truly universal
    with my sunflower iris's and solemn forms'
    I find these lines interesting, and incredible. Merci beaucoup de nous partager Kale, c'etait magnifique.
    H&K's
    Jess** (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis (5/25/2009 4:12:00 AM)

    are u really 19 years old? Your writing is as if you have been through all stages of a poet's writing to maturity. I am sincerely impressed and amazed! ! ! I'll be watching you :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lazarus Knix (4/27/2009 9:51:00 PM)

    searching for the smaller world
    with my pretty face and the green grass
    But it is so large, is it not?
    The way these small things affect us so...
    Great poem! Favorite!
    By the way, I love the last stanza:
    'The sun snarls at my back' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 27, 2009



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