I.
Heat
and the unmistakable wind.
The tree cracked
and fell,
and we were there
to hear it's crumple.
II.
Heat
and the unmistakable smell
of new life, old leaves,
forest and creeping ants
all around us.
III.
The Heat
was unmistakable
and crackled
like lightning in the air,
and between
the two of us.
- - -
This is a memory, so forgive me if is a) vague and b) hard to piece together. I don't think I'll ever forget that Sunday afternoon. Part of me wants to. Part of me wants to look back and laugh and think about how silly it was. That part wants to forget. And another part whispers in my ear that it was a turning point.
Well.
I keep flip flopping back and forth. One day I'm excited about university, the next I'm freaking about how to pay for it all, and the day after that I'm dying to get out of highschool, and then the day after that I'm too afraid to leave. It's been kind of a mental rollercoaster of a week so far, but the weekend (still so far off) promises relief.
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Intense and powerful - I can map my own memories onto this poem so I don't think you need to worry about its vagueness. It's a great poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece - it really moves well - I see a touch of the Dox in here...not a bad thing.
ReplyDeleteUniversity is much better than HS!
This makes me think of the moments just before a storm breaks. It has a spareness that grabs your attention. Good work, Juice.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy this time in your life -- it's good fodder for your poets' tongue. :)
xoxo
remarkable.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing.
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I like this one. There's a tension in the rhythm.
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