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shinghand — Tadpole
Published: 2008-09-22 14:37:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 165; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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I remember your bright eyes from childhoodwith their big, round pupils
like cute tadpoles swimming in water.
I remember – how they used to well up
with tiny glass beads; sparkling clear
miniscule crystals of purity.
Brim, bubble, brim, bubble,
in your eyes I could drown feelings
for acceptance and comfort.
Now, it was just last week
when I saw those two tadpoles swimming
they looked at me with a curious gaze
innocent and carefree, playful; uncomfortable
under the baby blue ultraviolet light. And your eyes
brimmed, bubbled, brimmed, bubbled
full of love for your newborn son.
And as I tore away my tadpoles from you
they swam towards the edge of the pond
and hopped away, freely
away from this adolescent dream.
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This was lovely, I like the metaphor. The ending although beautiful and succinct was a bit confusing for me though, but it is late and I haven't slept. I still very much liked this, and shall come back to it with a follow up.
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Hmm.. the ending was supposed to signify moving on. The tadpole is a metaphor for eyes, for a large part of the poem, but at the end was supposed to represent childhood. Just as the tadpole grows up and sprouts legs to hop away (as a frog), the speaker's childhood dreams are gone as well.
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