Ode to my eye
Every morning,
When I get into bathroom,
I see my eye,
That is in the mirror
It is white and dark
The dark side looks like a black pearl
It is shiny and bright
It is my eye
The white side of my eye
It’s like a boiled egg
It’s round and moist
It reflects sunlight and gets shiny
Elegy to my great grandmother
She just lived next to my house
She was living with my grandma
She was kind
She was awesome
One day in winter
She was walking down the road
Then she slipped by frozen ice
That was the bad luck of her
Her hip bone got broken forever
After few days, she went to hospital
But it was not easy for old woman to cure that fast
Then it was the last time when I see her
The woman who took care of me,
When I was young,
Gone like that
How it can’t be sorrowful
A. Both have the right amount of stanzas and lines, but neither has a rhyme scheme or set meter.
답글삭제B. One deals with the speaker's eye and one deals with his grandmother.