Poem Analysis: Face Her By Hannah Barnes
Face Her – Hannah Barnes
Shuffling to the car I read the note I had written:
Face her Divine Being,
Talk to her, she is captivating. You cannot help but be mesmerised by her charm. When she turns her back to you, her glossy blonde hair flows as if it is made of silk. Her golden radiance is enthralling. I wish to see her when she meets you, amongst the soft meringue-peaked clouds. Do not be fooled, she is unpredictable. Be good to her.
Oscar
Dad does not know much about my thoughts. I am not sure he really cares about feelings, emotions or me. It has built my introverted and tense character. He has an abundance of time as he is ‘in between jobs’ (as he prefers to call it). I was silly to think that he would change, that he would come with me today. Black-hearted bastard.
Scattered deaths. Like jagged, dirty hailstones all over the footpath. Some lay alone, some in groups of several millions. I always wonder who was to blame for these sizable piles of cigarette butts. Was it an overpowering man with a distinctive moustache? Was it a fatal virus that briskly swept them from strength to death? Was it one senseless man with one gun? The ones that lie alone are always the hardest to see, but nevertheless I am told by the woman with the auburn locks and blue ‘Clean Up America’ t-shirt to continue sweeping, even before I am …show more content…
Our president is participating in a political debate; he is planning to withdraw our troops from Syria. We all see deaths every day but overlook them. We dehumanise them all. We remove the sensitivity and view them as numbers. Do you think that if we were to see all of those glass jars we could treat war differently? The sadness endured when we see another school shooting has occurred is real, but nonetheless shallow. Unless you experience it yourself, your sorrow is not strong enough to cause you to urge for a real
Shuffling to the car I read the note I had written:
Face her Divine Being,
Talk to her, she is captivating. You cannot help but be mesmerised by her charm. When she turns her back to you, her glossy blonde hair flows as if it is made of silk. Her golden radiance is enthralling. I wish to see her when she meets you, amongst the soft meringue-peaked clouds. Do not be fooled, she is unpredictable. Be good to her.
Oscar
Dad does not know much about my thoughts. I am not sure he really cares about feelings, emotions or me. It has built my introverted and tense character. He has an abundance of time as he is ‘in between jobs’ (as he prefers to call it). I was silly to think that he would change, that he would come with me today. Black-hearted bastard.
Scattered deaths. Like jagged, dirty hailstones all over the footpath. Some lay alone, some in groups of several millions. I always wonder who was to blame for these sizable piles of cigarette butts. Was it an overpowering man with a distinctive moustache? Was it a fatal virus that briskly swept them from strength to death? Was it one senseless man with one gun? The ones that lie alone are always the hardest to see, but nevertheless I am told by the woman with the auburn locks and blue ‘Clean Up America’ t-shirt to continue sweeping, even before I am …show more content…
Our president is participating in a political debate; he is planning to withdraw our troops from Syria. We all see deaths every day but overlook them. We dehumanise them all. We remove the sensitivity and view them as numbers. Do you think that if we were to see all of those glass jars we could treat war differently? The sadness endured when we see another school shooting has occurred is real, but nonetheless shallow. Unless you experience it yourself, your sorrow is not strong enough to cause you to urge for a real