The Yellow Sweater

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 Liana Hanokaee


Someone passed her the yellow sweater.
Everyone else had tried it on
So why shouldn’t she put an outfit together?
After all, it was just a sweater.

The next time she met with her friends they passed it to her again.
The fuzzy texture made her delirious and woozy
She started to hear conversations about the yellow sweater, see them in all clothing stores, and couldn’t stop feeling how soft it was.
When her friends told her she wore the yellow sweater too much, she went and bought her own to share with others.

Whether at the store or at a funeral, she wore this sweater even at the men's urinal.
She tied her hair back, grew a mustache, and took off the yellow sweater because even she knew that wasn't a prank she could pull.








Comments

  1. Enya SmilovicFebruary 13, 2022 at 3:49 PM

    This is so cute Liana! I love when you describe the fuzzy texture and how it caused emotions. Reading this was enjoyable and warm, I love the yellow theme implicitly going on in your blog!!

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    1. Professor MillerFebruary 15, 2022 at 11:06 AM

      Good job with all of the comments, Enya. You are staying on top of things. But where are the other students in the class? It seems you are the only one commenting right now. I wonder why...

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  2. Professor MillerFebruary 15, 2022 at 11:11 AM

    First, can you make the font smaller? Just strip the text of formatting like I showed the class. I will show the class again in case you forgot.

    Poems can be about anything--including a fuzzy yellow sweater! There's nothing wrong with basing a poem on an ordinary object. In fact, I've seen some amazing poems emerge this way.

    I like how down-to-earth and whimsical the poem is. Those are qualities important to poetry that are sometimes neglected by younger poets, perhaps because they feel that poetry must always be about deep or intense things. But nope, some incredible poems have been written about the most ordinary things.

    Still, I feel like this poem should be doing something more--maybe ending on a particularly funny line or something. My suggestion is that you make the poem DO something. The ending is flat in the current form, and I think the poem should be longer.

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  3. Rina ShamilovFebruary 21, 2022 at 6:22 PM

    i like the static description of the sweater and i love how you included it in the outfit-building in the first stanza. this poem is cute and eccentric and something about it feels very smiley.

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  4. Marcela HomsanyFebruary 23, 2022 at 11:40 AM

    When I see nouns (objects, people, places), I see colors and I've told you this in the past but when I think of you, I think of yellow so this poem was my pleasant surprise. Color is such a valuable and underrated aspect in our lives that, in some cases, can make the difference between happy and sad (take SAD for example). That being said, the parallel between a sweater, which is a man made object supposed to keep you warm, and yellow, like the sun which is the creator of warmth in a sense ironic. Love this poem.

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