The Beast Was Born Poem by Sarah Sisson
The Beast Was Born
The summer day is so bright and wonderful
that I will suppress the beast in me. I can
no longer say it is my parents fault that
I have these scars of old. My life, I say,
was unusual from those on my suburban
street. These children with their ducks in
their mothers kitchen and pretty pink
bedspreads were not like me. I had my
baby chest and an awful yellow spread.
This is when my shame came to be real.
When I discovered that I lived beneath
others. And then the beast was born.
Copyright 12-25-2008 Sarah Sisson
I like your choice in employing a couplet stanzaec structure...it works well, particularly in its' wrap-around style, which nexus's mellifluously. Poignant theme. FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I agree with Frank about the couplet structure of the piece and the enjambment (I think that's the term for what he calls 'wrap around' style) which adds a lot of poetic excitement. Your subject is timeless and strongly articulated. Shame is indeed a terrible affliction. No wonder it unleashed the beast within. Great poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥