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Literature
ode to the seasons
spring-tide warmth is tickling toes
as fawns nuzzle my heels,
urging me forward into
the ocean of fallen blossoms.
petals plunge against my ankles and
buds waft across the meadow
to land, swirling, ballerina-like
into my open hands.
syrupy heat saunters alongside me
and pushes me forth,
onto the expanse of a
night-sky draped, emerald summer.
crickets trill their songs while
meadowlarks nestle in their nests.
i am cocooned in humidity and peace.
leaves change colors answering
the call of time, bright oranges,
reds, yellows, slowly fade to
the same dry wrinkled brown.
the fallen leaves give way to
the great gusts of cold wind,
playing upon
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wake up slow
The Universe and I
are in love.
She led me
to the lavender clouds
outside my window,
and in her palms,
they blossomed
like morning glories.
She poured me
a cup of coffee and
showed me how the
cream creates a supernova
until the teaspoon turns
and everything settles
into an even tan.
She showed me
the people beside us
and said, for just a moment,
we were a part of their lives
as we all sat at the red light,
headlights burning
a hole in the fog.
I can never stop
writing poems for her.
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constellations
i.
I still remember the night we went stargazing, and I whispered that I wanted to bottle up the constellations. You turned to me and murmured that I've had them all along.
ii.
You told me there's starlight in my eyes,
That maybe blue eyes are oceans and
green eyes are forests but dark eyes, oh, they're galaxies.
iii.
I never liked my eyes, they're brown and boring like flat soda without bubbles,
but you said they sparkle, and I believed you. I always did.
iv.
I started looking for the glimmer in my eyes, because if you said it, then it must true, there must be solar systems hiding in my irises; nebulae, the birthplaces of the stars, are s
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and she'd rumble with
furtive gusto, and
we'd twinkle as
we laughed along,
but she flashed more
than she boomed, and
she chased away my
fear of being dazzled,
gripped it between her
pearly whites and bounded
away to lunge for the kill -
furtive gusto, and
we'd twinkle as
we laughed along,
but she flashed more
than she boomed, and
she chased away my
fear of being dazzled,
gripped it between her
pearly whites and bounded
away to lunge for the kill -
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Reading through the comments on this piece, I see that you're not putting up a description. That's fine by me, because this lack of explanation actually highlights what I think is the best thing about this poem- its wide-open range of interpretations. There is enough detail that the reader gets an idea, an image in their head, but there are also enough gaps and details that seem to be metaphors to keep things far from definite. The details you do provide- colors, actions, sounds- are vivid, bright, and interesting. The audience becomes more involved in the poem because it makes them consider different possibilities as they read.
I also like how gracefully this poem is written. There is a good balance of description and action taking turns in a natural, unforced rhythm. Nothing feels clunky- instead, the whole piece is light and somewhat fanciful.
If there was anything that I'd change about this piece, it might be the formatting. The font size is fine, but the first stanza looks kind of wobbly. I'm not saying that it absolutely has to be changed, though, because it looks better when you look at it and the lines in the description all at once. It's just that it looks a bit off at first glance, before you realize that the poem keeps going below.
This is a really interesting, almost soothing poem to read. Please keep writing!