May 2015
family.
The crisp of sulfur,
the crackle of lights,
reflecting on faces,
and sighs.
years.
The aloneness of empty,
card houses, stacked,
against the blur of
spilled watercolors,
and tears.
Escape.
With me here for
seconds, to remember it
no more, as we pour the gasoline,
and quietly latch the door,
the crisp of sulfur,
the crackle of lights,
reflecting on faces,
and sighs.
Goodbye, goodbyes.
(c) DM 2015
The crisp of sulfur,
the crackle of lights,
reflecting on faces,
and sighs.
years.
The aloneness of empty,
card houses, stacked,
against the blur of
spilled watercolors,
and tears.
Escape.
With me here for
seconds, to remember it
no more, as we pour the gasoline,
and quietly latch the door,
the crisp of sulfur,
the crackle of lights,
reflecting on faces,
and sighs.
Goodbye, goodbyes.
(c) DM 2015
This poem is a contrast of childhood memories. The middle portion represents my life, the card houses and spilled water color are word pictures of my relationships and heart break.
I used the same childhood memory in the last part to reflect and contrast the smell of fireworks to the feeling of burning down what once was so that you can move on. And I used we because I believe some day I will find someone who will go with me through anything. But I have not found her yet.
I used the same childhood memory in the last part to reflect and contrast the smell of fireworks to the feeling of burning down what once was so that you can move on. And I used we because I believe some day I will find someone who will go with me through anything. But I have not found her yet.
