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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

This story is a doosy
Saturated Metaphors
Apples, Insects, Poor.

4 comments:

jmartinez said...: good haiku brant it helps to explain the story.

Gregor
Why am I like this?
I can not roll on my side,
I am stuck in bed.

Boarders
We three men live here
Until we learn of the bug.
We leave with no rent.

Manager
I see him at last
He is like a monster past,
With legs and a shell

Mother
We make more space here
For my sweet baby dearest
I see him in fright.

Father
Apples I hurl quick
Until the one that sticks in.
He no longer lives.

Gregor
I will work today
And tomorrow and the next.
I am a worker.

Ceiling
Staring at the floor
From my view on the ceiling
She opens the door.

Maid
I lock the kitchen
In fear the bug will crawl near
I am scared of him.

Cook
I quit this household,
I know of the monster here
And I leave in fear.

Grete
He does not like milk
But garbage is what he wants.
I can’t stand the filth

Gregor
Conservatory
No more can I provide it.
I feel useless now.

Father
Our income is gone.
I must find a job for me
And also my girl.

Gregor
I am not human.
I am a monster to men
And a burden too.; December 9, 2008 at 12:39 PM
andrewmcdaniel said...: Gregor
What is this body
I awake in this strange form
How could this happen; December 9, 2008 at 12:41 PM
andrewmcdaniel said...: RESPONSE TO BRANT'S HAIKU
You're right I agree
I thught the story was great
It kept me enthralled; December 9, 2008 at 1:06 PM
brantmcconnell said...: Big mistake Jacob...
I think she meant different posts.
Good luck writing more...; December 9, 2008 at 1:07 PM

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