So, in my English Pedagogical Methods class, the instructor directed us in a poetry writing exercise that could be used to covertly teach juxtaposition. Again, as with so many things, something comes from what was thought to be nothing.
A New Fear
I remember when the world was kind, but
I forget how to fear this world now; And
I remember when the word had power.
I forget that it was all worthwhile, and
I remember those times - though sad and glad -
I forget - did we run away from them?
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