Where The Lost Go (class assignment)

Where The Lost Go

After “Harlem” by Langston Hughes

Where do our lost memories go?

            Do they fall out

            like raindrops from a cloud?

            Or fade away like a child—

            Who is not loud?

            Do they drift like waves out to sea?

            Or dance and fly over us—

            like a hardworking bee?

            

            Maybe they just disappear

            like a meaningless thing.

            Or do they become nothing?

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For an assignment in my creative writing class a while back, I had to write a poem in the style of Langston Hughes' poem, "Harlem". And so, I wrote this.

I received good feedback on it from my classmates and professor. I'm pretty proud of this. Oh and I also got an A+ on it.

I wrote it back in March and edited it at the beginning of this month. And I'll admit it- I've been thinking about my poem's theme for a few months now. (memories, lost memories... yeah.)

- S.

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poetry. poetic. poet.

I was thinking of posting this earlier. Oh well, you guys can read it now. (gosh, finally!)

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