Six hundred years ago
on a floating planet,
Aanika was born
to the caramel woman
and her music man.
(That was me. I was
a traveler then.)
She learned to walk
and to love unhappy things
who didn't know better.
(Sometimes I wept for all
the lost beauty, but
it always came back
in the spring.)
In the past the air
was made of honey.
Wind cradled the eggs of the earth
and with them grew
the grass in China
and the mountains in lost America
and the virgins on Indian islands.
(I was a nurse. Back then
we didn't hide from death,
we just put it on a shelf.)
Time didn't exist except
as fruit on trees.
(When it was ripe,
I went to the watermills.)
The water flowed because
it wanted to. The watermills
turned because they could.
(I thought if I pretended
not to love you,
you would evaporate
into the dawn.)
There was a village by
the river where people
didn't die. They spent
eternity in happiness,
fixing watermills and
picking fruit.
(Maybe that was why
you wouldn't
disappear.)
It was here that nature
felt its first heartbeat.
Each summer was a
tribute; each winter
an anniversary.
(Be with me always.
Imagine that I'm
a tangerine.
I'm ready.)
Earth is solid today,
like the moon.
(My memory fades,
but the trees are
in bloom.)
Author notes
Celestial Mushroom. (Or, more recently, Aglaia Adelaida).
A contest entry
- it's been a year. by aanika.
6011 points, ended January 30, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - very tough contest :P (don't just sit and enjoy your holidays without poetry ) by abuyi.
1400 points, ended February 22, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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She learned to walk
and to love unhappy things
who didn't know better.
that's really pretty. I love that.
and lol, I read the comments and you think my name is poetic?
really?
I just thought it was a bother to say/type
thanks so much for entering, you know I love the way you write.
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Bahaha. Aanika is plenty more poetic than my name. In its original form, my name meant "supplanter."
Why must I be the only name in the name dictionary to have a negative connotation to it.
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This is excellent. It reminds me of the San Francisco poets. It's all over the page with ideas randomly working. I particularly like the part about the village where the people spent eternity fixing watermills and picking fruit.
This is reminiscent of Richard Brautigan's book, In Watermelon Sugar. Very surreal.
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what watermills have to with aanika??
this is a very vivid write, i found it very fairy tale type.
well best of luck in the contest -
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Well, watermills really don't have anything to do with Aanika. I just needed a name to put in there, and mine isn't poetic enough, so since this is her contest I figured Aanika would do. And thank you!
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well titles do play a vital part for a poem. .. yours is too random.
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Thank you for the suggestion... I guess it made sense to me. The watermills sort of represent the simple and rhythmic way of life I was trying to portray. I guess it is a little random though.
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(My memory fades,
but the trees are
in bloom.)
&
Back then
we didn't hide from death,
we just put it on a shelf.)
those are my favorite lines...
i love this piece...
the descriptions make this place real...
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"In the past the air
was made of honey.
Wind cradled the eggs of the earth
and with them grew
the grass in China
and the mountains in lost America
and the virgins on Indian islands."
this stanza makes me happy!
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