Hazel, the Poet
"Look, Mom. I wrote a poem!" she says, and hands me this piece of scratch paper.
Not sure what it means or who the boy is. But there's something really cute buried in the dark syntax. Or at least that's what Jed said.
Not sure what syntax is? I wasn't either, but Jed told me it was a real word.
Thank you for the definition.
ReplyDeleteI am a big Hazel fan.
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Jed and Hazel. What show-offs. Morbid show offs.
ReplyDeleteI love them.
My compliments on Hazel's diction. I enjoyed the juxtaposition of "eaten" and "dead." There's clarity like you don't always see in modern poetry!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could be more smart as Hazel and Jed.
ReplyDeleteshe and jed--skulls and death t-shirts!
ReplyDeleteI love the poem! For some reason, it reminds me of a Violent Femmes' song:
ReplyDeleteI hear the rain,
I hear the rain,
I hear the rain,
Gotta' kill the pain.
Maybe she has a future as a lyricist.
Jayne
ReplyDeletefirst time reader and I laughed out loud! especially at Hazel's poem. you are clever and witty, is that how you spell that?
I don't know as if there is a venue for this type of child-poetry...heck, maybe there is. Does Marilyn Manson have kids?
ReplyDeleteHazel's writing cracks me up every time.
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