Narrative paragraph turned into poem 

Based on my paragraph

If sunsets dawned

And

The ground crunched overhead

            It would make more sense to me.

If time

            Crawled

                        Slowly

                                    Backwards

Then I could happier rest on this cement.

Instead the world moves

On

As it has before

            And here I sit at a loss for words.

My words

            Poured

                        Steadily

                                    Forth

Until I ran into country named but unknown.

Love,

It is morning glory

That

Grows and will not die

            Nor is it sated but by

A glimpse of the object

                        Of its colors.

A weed

            Planted

                        Secretly

                                    Within

Unwanted, yet precious as the one for whom it blooms

When was it

That

You slipped the seedlings

            Into my cup?

You have

            Stood

                        awkwardly

                                    uncomprehending

Why? Heart of my heart you have renamed yourself to me

I offer these my blossoms

which

you yourself have watered.

            Why will you not take them? Strange

That you

            Are

                        Genuinely

                                    Loved

Of me: an unexpected effect of your green thumb.

Come then

And

Uproot this plant you have

            So tenderly nursed to life. Choke

This weed

            Grown

                        Unwisely

                                    Here

Or see me as I am: A helpless flowerpot.

                       

(word count: 185)


Based on DS's paragraph

In second grade I had a friend named Yuri S,

Wearing stripes of green and yellow.

All of my memories of him take place

In ELF park. He was so creative.

He turned the woodchips from lava to

Shark-infested waters. If your foot

Touched briefly as you traversed

The playground, you had a chance

Of survival.

I had a friend named Yuri S

For only one year.

How could we remember each other?

Here, he said on our last bus-ride,

Take this half of a paperclip.

That way we’ll always remember

And always be friends.

This? This was supposed to remind me of

Short dark hair, big teeth, and an imagination

As wild as the handshake we gave

Each other in parting.

I lost the paperclip before long,

Desperately searching my memories to make

Sure he hadn’t disappeared with it.

I looked into my mind, searching, and

In second grade I had a friend named Yuri S,

Wearing stripes of green and yellow.

(word count: 162)