Monday, February 17, 2014

The Stool

The Stool that I
eat at. The Stool
That is always there.
The one that just
Floats by the island.
The Stool that I
Sit at every morning.

That Stool with the
bent legs, that never
bend. That one with
the cross bars, that
always annoy me, yet
I love just because.

Not the Stool on
the end, the one
sitting in the light.


In "The Stool," I use caesura to break up the different phrases. Also, I use enjambment to try to draw out each phrase. I also used anaphora to emphasize the certain stool that I love.

3 comments:

  1. Rory I found it very interesting that your subject was a stool. The many things you said about this one stool made it really cool and personal. Great poem!

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  2. Cookie, I found your poem to be very interesting and good use of caesura's!!!

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