04-10-2014, 10:37 AM
The car burns, a crash in the night.
Two boys die, the town laments.
Years have passed, still people gather at the site,
The driver of the car, grown now, repents.
“I’ll never forget,” the town repeats every year,
“The good die young”.
I sit in silence, and shed no tear,
My memory of the boys, it stung.
Youth, in its naivety, turns the kindest toward rudeness.
“Too young,” unaffected ‘till the end by their choices;
two boys lost to me forever in their crudeness;
in my head a sad stain, the cruelty of their voices.
The boys died too young, couldn't make a change,
Or perhaps too old, a thought that feels strange.
I was unsure about how to choose a form before writing a poem. This seems off as I write it, more a series of individual thoughts about one event than a fluid poem throughout. I am looking for advice on the poem as is, and advice on how to choose a form before one begins writing.
Two boys die, the town laments.
Years have passed, still people gather at the site,
The driver of the car, grown now, repents.
“I’ll never forget,” the town repeats every year,
“The good die young”.
I sit in silence, and shed no tear,
My memory of the boys, it stung.
Youth, in its naivety, turns the kindest toward rudeness.
“Too young,” unaffected ‘till the end by their choices;
two boys lost to me forever in their crudeness;
in my head a sad stain, the cruelty of their voices.
The boys died too young, couldn't make a change,
Or perhaps too old, a thought that feels strange.
I was unsure about how to choose a form before writing a poem. This seems off as I write it, more a series of individual thoughts about one event than a fluid poem throughout. I am looking for advice on the poem as is, and advice on how to choose a form before one begins writing.