As a child he never liked the thunder
he would run every time it came...
the days grew tall
shuffling seasons and echoes
fear stretched his canvas
leaving shades of blue
for every tear she would cry
and he counted the days
oblivious
to the riddles behind their scars
his thoughts were drifting...
always the one convincing them both
they could hold onto the pieces
if the stars ever fell
but the first to let go...
and she loved his blue
yet ever in fear of this tempestuous wave
for stormy were their skies
he never liked the thunder
he would run every time it came...
Author notes
...she loved him more than he would ever know...
I hope this fits
A contest entry
- Persona Poems. by unmasked synergy.
1500 points, ended June 7, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congratulations on the gold. Very good poem.
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oh this was certainly well done, a great take on the prompt, not long or arduous in thought as persona poems sometime go, but smooth and mellow
the tempestuous wave, storm-filled athmoshphere set
a purely poetic tone to this piece,
indeed the blue shade embraces the theme of your words
thank you for entering
un. -
youre a bonifide storyteller
you have a knack for telling a short story in most everything i've read of yours .. very good stuff
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Sounds very much like a relationship I was in!!
Written beautifully! I got caught up in the story...
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