(I)
In a box in the corner
they mentioned her name
and I read it
as though I were a stranger
in a strange town
reading someone else’s paper.
And I read it again;
and again;
and again it offered nothing.
(II)
Painting pictures
with sidewalk chalk,
talk that turned erasable,
holding hands
long before the world
understood the significance,
we explored make-up,
new perfumes that lingered.
She dreamt of princes;
I dressed
to the mirrors
in her eyes.
(III)
College away in a big city,
her body grew stiff
holding shame
as she said goodbye:
She called us puppy love
an innocent byproduct
of friendship.
I return to work
waiting tables for tips
and men advances
unwanted.
(IIII)
Now-a-days
she’s the talk of the town,
the Congressman’s wife
and I’m
a chalk line
on the pavement
at an intersection
where she turned the other way.
Author notes
Wondering, Idle mind
Is it ethical to pull apart the colors in a rainbow;
subjecting them to my will
as though I were a god doling out favoritism?
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mirrors
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Love write, very spectacular. I kind of got trapped in it in a sense, as if I was going around and around in circles.
Great answer to the colour question! -
I love this piece. "dressed to the mirrors in her eyes" Very well executed.
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I forgot:
"She dreamt of princes;
I dressed
to the mirrors
in her eyes."
This was my favourite line :] -
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This was so beautiful, yet so heartbreaking. Your words flowed so well, and they deeply touched me.
"I’m
a chalk line
on the pavement
at an intersection
where she turned the other way."
What a painfully sad way to end this poem; I love it. You definitely have a great amount of talent. :] I'd say good luck in the contest but I don't think you'll need it
-Lily♥
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I did not expect that twist at the end.
Oh my - this is so very well done.
That first stanza really seals the distance - only we are left in mystery until the ending - and realize its sterile nature. These vignettes give us the required snippets of two lives taking different turns and growing apart.
Yet amazingly their paths were crossed again - on that fateful day. It made me wonder if she remembered.
Of course she remembered - but she never told ...
That colorful cosmic circle.
Superb work, as I have come to expect. Superb. ~Pamela
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