it was a cold
day and not
summer
his mother
would never
speak his name
and the heat
was a thumb
on his coffin
lid
some flowers
were tossed
in the hole
the preacher
stood over
and from a
distance they
rocked back and
forth on their
heels
into the
dark that the
boy was not
afraid of
the sobbing was
fake and the
lake gagged envy
since it had
been dry a
thousand days
some woman said
she knew him
under a tree
when he was
little and
his lemonade
hair hung like
a cape that
couldn't fly
Author notes
"He did not know he could not fly, and so he did."
i had to enter this.
zil
A contest entry
- the boy and the tree by hilly.
300 points, ended February 4, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Lemonade hair.
amazing.
you are so brilliant. -
this is just fantastic.
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his lemonade
hair hung like
a cape that
couldn't flyfabulous.
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as i was reading this poem, i kept picking out the parts that i would quote down here and say how amazing it was, but there were too many, really. i love this poem. thanks so much for entering.
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i certainly hope you get a trophy for this one.
the images were strong and really hold your attention span which is awesome.
im very glad i ran into you
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this is amazing. the imagines are so vivid "they rocked back and forth on their heels" and the last stanza were definately my favourites. great job, keep it up.
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