There were songs about it, afterward.
They were built up to be masterpieces, but they were no more,
no more than the silence of the poster bedrooms
of the past -
silence that was stirred with each passing love,
each invisible hand
that held you and made your every movement real.
You said, Marigold, that you felt more real in those days.
You felt more real when the sun was a reason to wake,
and the reason was an incentive to sing.
Singing, singing songs about summer,
songs about clarity,
songs of love and war.
They were the moon, pulling at the sea,
pulling at the sea turtles,
pulling at your bones.
We were not stars, you said,
not like our velvet-clad idols.
We would never be bright and unspoiled
(after all, I was spoiled enough,
of course,
what with the dandelion stains on my fingers
and the green marks on my dungaree knees).
I asked what destroyed your pretty perfect sky.
You didn't answer at first.
You straightened up, spine crackling in the night air,
eyes on the lighter's flame that illuminated
double double chins,
triple doses of paranoia.
You said that it was the avalanche;
the rain;
the snow;
the love that came with the loss of innocence;
the warming, wanting rain
that led to the sugar-coated
fox gloves;
the July frost.
Unnatural, but oh so
oh so
oh so
beautiful.
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I have never had a Frosty July. >.
So I can't really imagine this happening too well, but it was a very interesting write... though perhaps you could be a bit more vivid with your writing, some of it I didn't quite understand. Describe more stuff, but still I did like it! Good job!
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Hmmm... this seemed so much softer than what I've read of yours before. The cadence was smooth and very, very lyrical; I could almost hear the poem being sung as I read it. I liked all the natural imagery that was in this, all the the references to flowers and the sky. But I think what I liked best about this piece was the opening stanza. I don't really know the words to say why, but for some reason it just struck me.
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Ah!
I love the ending. This was such a pretty poem, I also loved the imagery in it.
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Thanks very much for the comment, I'm glad you liked the ending and the imagery.
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