The scrapbook is still on the table where you left it,
yellow pages fluttering in an idle breeze
smelling of fresh spring rain and salty tears.
In the memories pressed between these pages,
I am swinging in your backyard beneath
the apple tree, with affection etched at the
base in form of a heart. We’d spend rainy
days beneath the branches, listening
to each other’s hearts thudding in synch
to the dancing raindrops.
Then there was the time we sat beside the sea,
counting how long it took for
The waves to come and go, and we’d
end up sending notes on sea aboard
a coke bottle, knowing full well
some storm would sink our valiant vessel
before it reached a foreign coast.
Do you remember? Somewhere amidst the
scent of oranges and fresh spring rain,
between fireflies and dragonflies
something went wrong. You left
one day and I’ve never seen you since.
The flowers you gave me have wilted,
but they’ll stay there in the cracked vase
that still bears your fingerprints.
You will be by later to replace them,
and we’ll be back where we were.
I won’t be stuck wondering through
These old memories, pressed between
these yellow pages. Somewhere amidst
the scent of oranges and fresh spring rain,
between fireflies and dragonflies,
I’ll find you, waiting for me.
The scrapbook is still on the table where you left it,
yellow pages fluttering in an idle breeze
smelling of fresh spring rain and salty tears.
Author notes
Definitely different from what I usually write...not sure what to think about it...
Please tell me what you think
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wow, I love the last verse - it concludes the poem as a whole and leaves a lasting impression. Wonderful imagery, and the question: "Do you remember" is a nice way of conveying the subsequent description of "scent of oranges and fresh spring rain" - great!
I read below that you are going into highschool next year, goodluck - and hang in there, it's a bumpy ride but well worth the effort. -
"The scrapbook is still on the table where you left it"<---great first line, it brings to mind being forgotten and abandonment.
I agree, this is different. It's like comparing Plath's "The Colossus" to your usual "Ariel" type poems, in my opinion
. I still totally like it though 
. It's more hopeful and bucolic and more externalized.
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thank ya muchly for the comment!
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"Do you remember? Somewhere amidst the
scent of oranges and fresh spring rain,
between fireflies and dragonflies
something went wrong."
I can tell you're coming to a stage in life where you're really starting to grow as a person. Your writing has matured so much within the past few months, and I can tell that your outlook is becoming more mature as well.
You carve some beautiful images that really pull on my heartstrings.
Mada
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Thanks for the comment! I do hope I grow as a person...I know things are definitely gonna be changin a lot cause I'm goin into high school next year...I got accepted into an art highschool, heck yes! How have things been goin' with you??
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