'Nothing will change'. I said
as I took the beer from his hands,
slipped my finger under his chin and
adjusted his head so that those grey eyes could see mine
and know I’m no clown.
We had a moon out that evening,
three streets away it seemed
and shared six cigarettes between us –
alone with no faces but only
god as our witness, our mother
and he told me he’d miss me just a little because
who else would pick at his scabs
and flick them back into his face
and I replied
‘that’s so gross dude, you know I’ve never done that’.
He laughed like a drunk soldier and cried without knowing it
so I said,
‘write a poem - not about me, or love or solitude,
nor about the sky or sea or the lonely coffins that stick like ice to the earth
not about hate or the porch that you sit on
day after day
- write something which will mount me in morning
when the sky is pulling its sun into view
make love to my mouth and skin as I tongue your words gently,
picking a scab from my arm and flicking it
over my porch, laughing to the sky.
that’s
how I want to remember you’
In a list
A contest entry
- Death of a Rainbow by karma-n-peace.
1195 points, ended November 10, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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One of favs definatley! You wrote an extremely touching piece here, the imagery is clear.
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thanks
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this is a very fabulous poem. filled with so many emotions. you have an extreme skill at writing. keep up the good work!
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"He laughed like a drunk soldier and cried without knowing it"
that is all i need to say ...
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Amazing! : )
This is really good..
You are really good at writing... -
so many thoughts in response. so many emotions in response.
you evoke. you and your pen-- you evoke.
X
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thanks bekka. your opinions mean the world i will write something for you soon x
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Amen! Nice work.
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Famous last words, 'nothing will change', sighs. It seems simply uttering them,changes things sometimes. I was about to say 'lovely' work, but that's not the right word, how about emotative? I don't know, but I know I like this. lol. No one has a voice like you.
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Absolutely captivating! You are a master of taking a moment in time and breathing life into it for your readers.
Love,
Amera♥
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I am utterly speachless…and the only words I can think to say are; dear God this is beautiful poetry.
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You do have such a unique writer's voice.
You know how to put your mind and heart
our there and I feel like I know you.
Wonderful once again
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All your work seems to have this inherent voice, the kind that makes me want to sigh because it's so deeply.. well, you. And I don't know you from Eve, but you are rapidly turning into one of my favorite poets because I want to relate to everything you say.
eh. this sounds like meaningless flattery, I'm sure, but I just wanted to let you know how much I respect your writing. Thanks for sharing and giving the rest of us a reason to kick ourselves.
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goodness. thank you
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"write something which will mount me in morning
when the sky is pulling its sun into view
make love to my mouth and skin as I tongue your words gently"
and scabs always follow...
an absolutely lovely poem.
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Wow... the title is amazing and the poem is plain sweet, especially the first half. You always write awesome poetry.
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Your final stanzas are so lovely, my Friend. Yeah, in spite of the scabs. 
Or maybe because of them. We have all been wounded by love's saber, so perhaps it's an appropriate gesture, indeed, to flick them off and heal anew. To say goodbye, even for the shortest period, is a difficult thing to do...still, the welcoming hello again makes it all worthwhile. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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