I remember when the trees were young and fireflies still lit the night.
Cherry trees weren't planted yet and the snow actually covered the ground; even if it wasn't in December, only January.
When people told you that if you ate the seeds in watermelons you would grow a tree; and so you stopped eating them because you were afraid you wouldn't get all the seeds out and you didn't want to be made fun of for having tree limbs growing from your ears.
When parents watched their children as if their lives depended on it. Which was probably because it did. And kids actually listened to them for the most part, because when they didn't it was essential to keep it a secret.
But you were the one rule that changed everything in the neighborhood and you made the fireflies run away. I was so disappointed in this change that I didn't speak to you for a month so the first time we met I walked away with you in the middle of your greeting.
You pursued me after that, didn't you?
Helping my mother around the garden just so you could see me playing with the dog, helping my father in the garage because somehow you had found out that was my favorite place to sit and read,-- (because I had always been a daddy's girl)
[I bet it was from Michelle, she always looked at me guilty after she came over that first time to see you in the garage too]
--somehow having every class I did when we went into high school that next month(I could've swore my room had been disturbed the week before).
I had seen you plant the cherry trees in the garden and had started to hate the sight of cherrys for the next year and I refused to even eat anything I thought had cherries in it. So sneaking out late at night to grab something from the local store with allowance money was something that became enjoyable; even if you learned of them (Monica was always trying to be a matchmaker)and pestered me the whole way there with questions I never answered.
Between bringing me books to read in the garage, planting flowers in my hair and room, and tying a cherry stem with your tongue
I think I fell in love with you.
So on the way to the store late at night (it wasn't necessary anymore, but you would throw rocks at my window and I couldn't resist) as you tied cherry stems into knots with your tongue I told you I loved you and you tied the cherry stem around your tongue.
Author notes
Prompt: Title
I v y - H o p e
In a list
A contest entry
- Lots of Options -- Please Join In by FluorescentFixation.
900 points, ended July 20, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Energy Makes Energy by individuality.
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Honorable mention
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U made me cry. at work. in front of every one. and for the life of me i couldn't explain y.
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Hello there, I'm glad you were inspired to enter my contest.
I love your imagery. It's very powerful. It definitely tells the story of the girl and her cherry tree boy quite well. One of my favorite parts:
"you didn't want to be made fun of for having tree limbs growing from your ears"
I don't quite understand this part though, would you care to explain?:
"[I bet it was from Michelle, she always looked at me guilty after she came over that first time to see you in the garage too]"
I don't have anything to criticise this poem about. It was really very good. I think you might want to reread the last sentence though, it sounds a little off. But maybe that's just me, ha.
Anyways, yess, great poem. A very unique take on the title, I would have never thought of this. Good luck in the contest! <3 -
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Michelle-who is, I guess, a best friend-is the one who told the boy about her favorite place to read. Which is in the garage with her father. And when Michelle came over the first time after she had told him to see him there too she was guilty cause she had told him that.
Hope that makes more sense. >.>
(: Im glad you liked it. ^_^ It was like-my very first prose piece. I believe.
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Ohh! That makes perfect sense.^^ hehe
I still haven't built up the courage to try to write a prose piece. So good for you! hah
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Now-a-days its like the only thing I write. (: Besides the occasional freeverse. :3 Prose is really simple to write-for me anyway. (:
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a good piece, ah cherry trees, there was one in my mum's back garden, well hanging over into it, in her last home. stones at windows i can relate to too.
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Thank-you for Honorable mention.
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Thank-you very much.
I've never actually seen a cherry tree, we have a lot of apple trees. And stones to windows I have never heard. Except in movies.
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