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you blew away the danilion seeds and planted a garden in the frost
music lines came off pages and floated in your head
winter showed up knocking on your door, painting frost from your windows
you ignored her call, so she scratched and screamed.. her voice is the very howl of
wind that keeps you awake in the middle of the night.
you opened the door after many days to finally let her in
and there she stood with a young boy by her side
his eyes as cold as the grey that covers the skys during the
most dull and quiet of frozen mornings
"Come back when your heart is warm" you say before pushing her
out of your door, dragging the young boy along, who
throughout the whole time remains emotionless.
but you could not touch her again, for she froze away
your feeling.
She started screming again, and the screeches were like spitting venom
but the clouds broke apart and down came a rain from the sea
with salt. It was the winters assasin and she melted on your
door step, you heard the voice of summer picking out
your garden from the frost, and planting it in the hands of
the boy with winter -so grew sunflowers in his palms
and his eyes glowed like in the evening
which not even the sun could be compaired.
he was now the golden boy untill the last days
that the locuses sang, before Autumn takes
over and he becomes the painted leaves on the trees.
"You ran out of canvases, my dear"
Said she, in the begining days of fall
And that is how she began painting the
bark on the trees and the sound in the air.
Yet the boy remains silent.
"You are very kind, but come back when this
boy can speak" you say
And so she did, bringing back
spring who brought even, you
back to life.
When they returned you had
covered your hands in dust
from the drought, trying
to fill in
the cracks of the earth with mud.
"take this"
said the boy, his very first words
to you as he held out his hand..
you could not hold on, for your hands
covered in mud slipped out
of his...
"why will you not hold on?"
and it was from that point on
the world felt like a sea of marbles
rolling under your feet
"Oh...but Where am I now?"
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- by Cosmic Thing |
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- | Submitted on 03/10/2011 |
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- Title: Where am I now?
- Artist: Cosmic Thing
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Description:
surrealist. commment please, then ask me to comment yours and I shall
Author: Kim Curry (me) - Date: 03/10/2011
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- Blackening_Stars - 03/10/2011
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It is a very great poem.Very interesting to read. A little bit confusing thoughts,but very nicely done.
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