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Michaela Sheldon

Updated: Mon, 14 Aug 2017 11:09 pm

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I am a novice poet in Newfoundland, Canada who has only dabbled in the writing world of words. I recently had been inspired by Sylvia Plath who has captured my heart with her truth. I have done some mediocre poetry in the past but nothing worth keeping. I figure, if I complete one poem a day maybe, just maybe I will get better. So that's my plan, to proliferate my creative out-ports! I am very active with spoken word, more specifically, Theatre. I am in my fourth year at Grenfell Campus, Memorial University practicing my love of acting. I hope my understanding of communication will allow my poetry to reach other people who read it the same way I connect with the audience on stage.


Obsolecence ------------ Oh dusty wrinkled fabric, You are old and tattered, your Shadows crack mountain-tops And your stains shout stories of Love, lust, and teardrops. Why does nobody wash you? You lie there amongst rubble Forgotten and unlovable, And the stitches that held you up Now fall in piles unrecoverable. I understand you now, buried quilt. To be left alone, to witness Time move ahead without your presence. Maybe I will lay with you for while, We can chat about our obsolescence.

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Michaela Sheldon

Mon 12th Jun 2017 19:11

Thank you so much for your comments!
It means a lot to me. ?

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Seán Maguire

Mon 12th Jun 2017 18:01

Wow, the imagery and tone of this poem has a musical feel. It is really vivid and I got swept away it reminded of times when I used to go fishing.

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