Poetry Jornal

Wasted Hope

A stack of pancakes 

Drenched with syrup

Are they mine?

Inching closer 

Daring to hope

Did they change their mind?

Prayers answered

Stumbling to the the table

reaching blindly

Suddenly

A flash of pudgy skin knocking me down

Heart sinking

They never change their minds

  

The morning I wrote this piece was one of my Harry Potter days. Harry Potter day are when I will think about Harry all day. Those are days when I'm most likey to have lively debates over Harry Potter. I believe this could of happened at the Dursley's house, maybe age 7. I chose this piece because of my slight obsession with all things wizarding. It was originally written on October 5 as a paragraph. I thought this would be interesting because I only have 3 paragraphs written. Two of them are me venting about random stuff. I believe that this is like Harry because of how he fixates on food. If I had just written a paragraph/poem on bullying it could be many characters. But the pudgy skin of Dudly and the hope Harry still has despite everything is why I believe this to be a Harry Potter like poem. During the revision process I simply removed connecting words and changed every important sentence into a phrase. Some of the sentences were left as is. There was a lot of useless information. So my paragraph of 3 quarters of a page became to a few frases in an interesting order. I split the frases in three because of the importance the author places on the number three. 3 Dursleys, the golden trio, etc. the last phrase is by itself because in the beginning Harry is by himself, and in the end it is Harry who has to fight by himself.