Jul 2022
and I never knew you
and you’ll never know me
but when I think
of you it’s your name,
like the clouds
cradle your memory,
over Star City or as
far as England,
or maybe flying,
sunlight signal,
a teenaged smile
never not alive,
forever with your
future years at the
tips of your fingers
and you’ll never know me
but when I think
of you it’s your name,
like the clouds
cradle your memory,
over Star City or as
far as England,
or maybe flying,
sunlight signal,
a teenaged smile
never not alive,
forever with your
future years at the
tips of your fingers
Written: June 2022.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP profile.
Ten years ago today, teenager Skylar Neese was killed in Pennsylvania, United States. Many years ago (I don't know how), I stumbled across a story about her ****** and for some reason it has been in my memory ever since... maybe the circumstances of it, or that we were a somewhat similar age (Skylar was born in '96, me in '93). Every now and then, her name resurfaces in my mind.
Recently I looked online and discovered that the ten-year anniversary of her passing was coming up and I knew there and then that I wanted to write a poem. Obviously, I did not know Skylar (we grew up in different continents for starters) and I knew I would not be able to say much, but nevertheless I have produced this piece, keeping it deliberately simple.
So although I'm here in England, I'm sure many who knew and loved her will take some time today to turn to the sky.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP profile.
Ten years ago today, teenager Skylar Neese was killed in Pennsylvania, United States. Many years ago (I don't know how), I stumbled across a story about her ****** and for some reason it has been in my memory ever since... maybe the circumstances of it, or that we were a somewhat similar age (Skylar was born in '96, me in '93). Every now and then, her name resurfaces in my mind.
Recently I looked online and discovered that the ten-year anniversary of her passing was coming up and I knew there and then that I wanted to write a poem. Obviously, I did not know Skylar (we grew up in different continents for starters) and I knew I would not be able to say much, but nevertheless I have produced this piece, keeping it deliberately simple.
So although I'm here in England, I'm sure many who knew and loved her will take some time today to turn to the sky.
(31/M/Northamptonshire, England)
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