Write to me, my note-passing lover,
of sunny schoolgirl days
piled haphazardly in dusty volumes
within the corner of decay.
Your hair was spun of lemonade sunshine,
and I believe your eyes were
amber.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Sing to me, like bluebells,
the forgotten hymns of rings and roses;
my honeysuckle lullaby
played softly on your lips.
Your voice tasted
of hibiscus and of rose-flushed wine,
but our first kiss flowed sweetly
like chardonnay.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Time swings in vivid motion,
like a faded yellow photo-album,
caught in the grip of a restless wind.
We were giddy and lost
in a palette of merry-go-round
swirls of color and delight.
I have drunk too deeply
the drought of youth,
and you,
you have passed the goblet on too soon,
forsaking all the colors
for a lonely shade of grey.
---
Grey-
grey like the steel that sent roots through your heart,
grey like Monday and grey like
a funeral sky.
Summer died and heralded
an autumn without hue.
Your hair is grey, your eyes are grey.
Were it that my world was green!
But that, now, is grey too.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Where now is the song of Eden?
Where is the bright-eyed boy I loved?
Perhaps our psalm echoes somewhere
in the vast cathedral of eternity,
but no matter.
It is lost to me now.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
You are empty and stiff,
as lifeless as a paper mâché.
Unseeing, unhearing,
unbequeathing of love,
you held my heart in metal’s cold grip,
my crimson life seeping through your fingers.
You are faceless and pale,
a hooded shadow of life;
no eyes, no mouth, no heart, no soul, no heart, no tears,
No heart.
No heart.
No heart.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Write to me, my note-passing lover,
of sunny schoolgirl days
piled haphazardly in dusty volumes
within the corner of decay.
Your hair was spun of lemonade sunshine,
and I believe your eyes were
amber.
---
Will my journey find me home,
Or will I melt into grey seas?
And maybe I will meet him there;
the soft-eyed boy you used to be.
There is that passing hope we will be young
and find the songs that we have lost-
because in the beginning,
life was beautiful.
--end--
of sunny schoolgirl days
piled haphazardly in dusty volumes
within the corner of decay.
Your hair was spun of lemonade sunshine,
and I believe your eyes were
amber.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Sing to me, like bluebells,
the forgotten hymns of rings and roses;
my honeysuckle lullaby
played softly on your lips.
Your voice tasted
of hibiscus and of rose-flushed wine,
but our first kiss flowed sweetly
like chardonnay.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Time swings in vivid motion,
like a faded yellow photo-album,
caught in the grip of a restless wind.
We were giddy and lost
in a palette of merry-go-round
swirls of color and delight.
I have drunk too deeply
the drought of youth,
and you,
you have passed the goblet on too soon,
forsaking all the colors
for a lonely shade of grey.
---
Grey-
grey like the steel that sent roots through your heart,
grey like Monday and grey like
a funeral sky.
Summer died and heralded
an autumn without hue.
Your hair is grey, your eyes are grey.
Were it that my world was green!
But that, now, is grey too.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Where now is the song of Eden?
Where is the bright-eyed boy I loved?
Perhaps our psalm echoes somewhere
in the vast cathedral of eternity,
but no matter.
It is lost to me now.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
You are empty and stiff,
as lifeless as a paper mâché.
Unseeing, unhearing,
unbequeathing of love,
you held my heart in metal’s cold grip,
my crimson life seeping through your fingers.
You are faceless and pale,
a hooded shadow of life;
no eyes, no mouth, no heart, no soul, no heart, no tears,
No heart.
No heart.
No heart.
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
---
Write to me, my note-passing lover,
of sunny schoolgirl days
piled haphazardly in dusty volumes
within the corner of decay.
Your hair was spun of lemonade sunshine,
and I believe your eyes were
amber.
---
Will my journey find me home,
Or will I melt into grey seas?
And maybe I will meet him there;
the soft-eyed boy you used to be.
There is that passing hope we will be young
and find the songs that we have lost-
because in the beginning,
life was beautiful.
--end--
Author notes
theroseofbattle
A contest entry
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What did you think
Comments
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I don't know what about this made me want to read it over and over, so I did and how it captivated me so, reminded me of the stories I tell in my own poetry. This is outstanding in my book. Best to you in the contest
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Lovely poem, nicely done, thank you
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This is a really nice write, I enjoyed it the way it flowed and the piece generally was very nice.. Thank you for entering
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it really is a nice poem just
i dont think you are on my favs list and so i wil have to remove your ppoem '
i am so sorry -
Why can’t it all be beautiful?
because god has a terrible sense of humor.
wonderful imagery. im not to fond of the repeating grey in that one stanza, im sure you can figure out which one. -
This is a beautiful poem. The imagery is great. Your questions of "Why can't it all be beautiful?" and then at the end where it says, "Because in the beginning life was beautiful." It gives a good answer to the questions you ask.
Thank you for your entry

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Thank you for your heartfelt entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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This is super! Such a collage of images thrown up and landing in a tangle that is beautiful to see.


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I enjoyed it very much!
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WOW.
This is super awesome!
I love the descriptions.
This is very good, I think you are such a talented writer!
This is wonderful piece....Thanks for Entering. -
Your imagery is just stellar! Thank you for sharing this beautiful journey with us. My only qualm is that this poem is a little long for me in my caffiene-deprived state; but that's my fault and not yours

Thanks for sharing, and good luck in the contest,
Zach -
Aloha!
Oh thanks so much for one of the best I've read in awhile...this captured me from the start...and I journeyed through to the end (?) ...lovely imagery...
wonderfully penned! I'm only one judge...but I love this one!
Write on and on!



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This poem is very deep and into itself, in a good way. The story line in it is like a journey trough someone's life. The details is gripping and how you brought into memories of a schoolgirls days made it easy to relate to, and all in all this poem is simply just cute. Also, the repeating of the lines "Why can't it all be beautiful" was a good trick.
My score is 5/10
Best of luck

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Bravo!!!
The second stanza is by far my favorite, even though I had some difficulty chosing my favorite lines. This piece was absolutely captivating. You have a beautiful way with words...
JS

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This is a poem that I could relate to as there is many times after a hard day I wish i could go back to days where everything seemed simple and easy. With this poem you make such beautiful pictures within ones mind with your use of words. I hope you do well in the contests you have entered. Blessings Firewitch


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Well I can tell you that this is beautiful. It warms up my heart and makes me smile. So glad that you entered something beautiful but I suppose it all seems to go away when we become an adult. Beautiful rememberance.
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i like it very much
pretty and
nicely written -
this was a remarkable poem
so wonderfully penned
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Wow, I have read so many poems which included colors within them, but never quite like this. You did an amazing job with emotions and I really enjoyed reading it. The only part I'd say anything about is where you started getting into grey, I didn't really like how you started off
"Grey-
grey like the steel...."
I just didn't like the Grey that began that part of the poem, other than that though, Great Job!
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A lovely poem you have penned here, jam packed with emotions,
Well done
All the best to you in the contest -
beautiful... indeed. lovely flow, lovely rhyme, thought provoking, powerful write! Best of luck to you in the contest!


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