Tuesday, December 9, 2008

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

  1. jmartinezDecember 9, 2008 at 12:39 PM

    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.

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  2. andrewmcdanielDecember 9, 2008 at 12:41 PM

    Gregor
    What is this body
    I awake in this strange form
    How could this happen

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  3. andrewmcdanielDecember 9, 2008 at 1:06 PM

    RESPONSE TO BRANT'S HAIKU
    You're right I agree
    I thught the story was great
    It kept me enthralled

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  4. brantmcconnellDecember 9, 2008 at 1:07 PM

    Big mistake Jacob...
    I think she meant different posts.
    Good luck writing more...

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