milk and honey

March 14, 2018
By courtney poston BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
courtney poston BRONZE, Plainfield, Illinois
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I hate myself and I feel so worthless

being brushed away quickly like dirt under a rug

and the road is long

and its surface tore viciously at my tires as I tried to push on

I felt unwanted in this land

so I dragged myself to the only place I felt comfort

and I stopped at a small house, a section of land

so I could think about how tragic I had become

this house where I grew up was where I once felt happy

but that feeling is gone

and instead I get drowned from rain

in rain and storms

but lots of rain


the late afternoon changed everything about the way he viewed her

she was so beautiful and slowly yet all at once

he could easily see how people are driven back to her bad lands


I love her and she is so precious

and the way her skin is a land of milk and honey

and I fell in love with the way her voice rattled on

like it was terrified of silence

and the way her hair flickered

like a bright fire that made a dome of yellow light over me

It was so beautiful

she was a beautiful spring

I was caught in the depth of her eyes

calmly trapped in color and dazzled by the clarity of the light

she was lovely beyond thought

and when I see her

my heart becomes a spraying fountain, a very explosion of aching

because I know she doesn’t love herself

The author's comments:

this is a found poem with John Steinbeck's "Travels With Charley."

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