i remember when summer days
meant kool-aid popsicles dripping down
warm sticky fingers,
muddy water, grass stains dyeing a
colorful playpen finger-paint on my clothes
and i felt it crescendo with age into the unequaled scent of
burning wood, sending smoke signals into the air screaming
yes, make mistakes, burn, burn this city
ashes to ashes;
the flat warm beer buzz blanketed my ears,
a mosquito hum cloaking the ringing of
too-loud music, music, music
and i danced, too --
and now there's so much water in the air
but it refuses to be rain,
it refuses to let go of home and life and love
and somewhere,
i think it knows it'll never have a home on the ground
but just stay in transit, up down up down
---oh, i've never been a raindrop,
but these days
i think i could
because the bright lights are gone
and the air doesn't taste like smoke anymore,
just a stale emptiness, filled with a dust
that gets stuck in my throat
and i can't swallow
and i am,
i am homesick
for something that i can't touch
or remember without fuzzy edges,
ghost-like
once, i felt full
with life and youth and the broken parts of love
and days met nights in half-clothed encounters
and i knew the taste of moonlit swims and romance:
long ago, my heart beat, thrilled
and my blood was tinged with adrenaline
oh yes --
i remember
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A contest entry
- prose/freeverse [part 2] by etoile.
3000 points, ended July 10, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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okay, wow.
this is absolutely amazing♥
your writing is lovely.
'and i am,
i am homesick
for something that i can't touch
or remember without fuzzy edges,
ghost-like'
i can so relate.
♥
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ohhhhh myyyy goooooooodness!!!!!!
this, my love, is by far one of your best writes. i would like to have had my pulse taken while i read that last stanza. this is simply perfect. i'm going to read this a lot i think. thank you <3
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Ahhh summer! How this makes me long for it on a cold winter day like this!
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