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Why did you go so early?

Blood red
is the color of the leaves
on the sycamore in the cemetery
where gardenia beds
and peace lilies
permeate the air
with the aroma of grief.

You were born on the Day of the Dead,
and by night
you would lie here in this bed,
a cradle of unfulfilled dreams,
a repository of silent laughter
and youthful tears.

For those who mourn you,
every day is November first,
a calendar full of ones,
a year-ful of autumns.
Their days are still-born,
their nights starless.

Tomorrow they will plant
tulips and narcissus bulbs
on your grave
and dare to imagine spring
and the renewal of hope
under the blood red leaves
of the towering sycamore.

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  • Randomly Beautiful
    February 18
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    Wow, this is really good.


  • A63-Angel
    February 17
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    wow, this was just amazing. stunning imagery. I loved it! good luck in the contest


  • PerfectImperfection
    October 14, 2008
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  • PerfectImperfection
    October 10, 2008

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    This is such a very saddened piece of pain itself. Beautiful descriptions of the darkness found beyond the sunset of 'their' time. Nicely penned. Thank you for your entry!


  • Symphony
    September 8, 2008

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    I realise this is probably just me, but I don't really see the hope in this one :s

    For me, the imagery [while amazing and very visually active!] was too dark to be hopeful =/

    But again, taht might just be me. If i were to look at this away from the contest, just as a neutral poem that I stumbled upon by chance, I would be inclined to say bravo, I enjoyed it very much


  • notorious
    September 5, 2008

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    I like how not everything is capitalized.
    I still want to kill those damn periods, but to each her own...

    "sycamore in the cemetery"
    Yes, I can just see this...it makes me feel sad, to be honest.

    "year-ful"
    Couldn't this just be "year of autumn"? Feels like an unneeded syllable.

    Good luck

    Jessica

  • Katastrophic
    August 27, 2008
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    I know its longer than want you wanted but i still hope its okay. I based it a little more loosely of a mix of you friend's father and my cousin. Hope you like it

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