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Dec. 3, 2012 at 11:31 pm
Us
We were never really alone.
Your friends deception and doubt
Trodded the paths we roamed.
How I hated those twins.
They embarrassed me constantly in public;
Stealing your attention,
Monopolizing your thoughts,
And when we got home
Neglect and discouragement tainted our bed.
So we never slept there.
The separation that they caused
Rivaled that of any earthquake.
Our house
Our lives
Our hearts were divided
Torn
But we tied ropes to sturdy trees on either side of that cavern.
every day we walked that line.
From hardly daring to take one tender step
To dancing on that string with eyes closed and souls cast upwards.
The fraying rope we troded on threatened to snap more and more each passing moment,
But we did not care.
We met in the middle as often as possible.
You heavy laden with the weight of past heartbreaks on your shoulders.
I shuffling along, eyes downcast with the fear of future mistakes in the back of my mind.
We were not hindered.
We trusted the trees to keep us safe
Because we knew them well.
On either side we had planted seeds of hope
And they sprung up.
Until our relationship,
rooted in the promises of earlier days,
Came to flourish.
We laugh in spring.
But I've been storing tissues for the wrath of autumn.
You see she sits not to far away.
Her omnipresent shadow looms over us.
A circling buzzard she has become,
Just waiting until the day our love dies and she can resend upon our discarded remains.
We do not let her presence stop our hearts from blossoming.
We know she will have her time.
But for now,
We dance in the April sun.
Dec. 4, 2012 at 8:56 pm
You did a really great job with your words choice and I absolutely loved the metaphors you used, I could picture it so well. I really enjoyed reading this.
Dec. 8, 2012 at 11:10 am
I smiled while reading this! You use great figurative literature!
Dec. 8, 2012 at 1:08 pm
I was very impressed with this poem. I want to start with that.
Perhaps this is completely just me, but I was a little confused as to this poem's topic.
BUt there was some very descriptive word choices, and the poem as a whole shows me that this author has a lot of talent!
The last verse is my favorite. "We laugh in spring. But I've been storing tissues for the wrath of autumn." Holy Cow my friend, you are talented.
--KnitsAndPurls
Dec. 8, 2012 at 7:12 pm
I agree with Knits; that last line was really something! I really liked this poem!! It really meant a lot and had tons of symbolism to boot. You're really a fantastic writer, and I cannot wait to read more of your work!
