it rained for the first time since you left, and that was the first time I felt myself drown. the drops of rain that played against my hollow bones were so soothing, soft, sweet like honey that crystallized the memory of you in my mind: cracked pavement, chapped lips, sunlight on your face and shadows on your eyelids (you always said that black looked best on you) and now I can’t remember if your hands fit into mine or if shadows were dancing behind my eyelids too, but everything was distorted and we laughed because our sunburnt cheeks dried out the bones that were shaking on the inside (we were on fire).
love it! I got instantly connected to the feel of missing an important person
Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life But poetry, beauty, romance, love these are what we stay alive for - Dead poets society
lightning cracks like shattered glass (a broken reflection in the water). so natural yet unpredictable, so fragile yet dangerous. and i was afraid of what would happen if i let the sand and salt eat at the emptiness you left, where i would go if my skin was shaking from the thunder, lightning splitting my bones. (the ocean is heavier down here where the dust piles up like sand and the bones are buried treasures where the seashells used to lie)
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the trees are crying again and this time Spring isn’t returning, because she’s rooted herself in richer soil and tasted sweeter seeds
and suddenly the pit in your stomach doesn’t feel so natural, because the winds have changed and maybe so has she
(after all roots grow and grow and still they hold on but hands hold differently, grow differently)
the trees are crying again and this time the wind is less forgiving, and it robs you of dead leaves that have rotted like corpses— you are left with the spines of trees & bare bones of a forgotten skeleton, wondering where Spring has gone.
neptune, your poems are absolutely gorgeous. I love that each of these have a picture etched into them. Especially April 8th's. You focus on one image and twist that into a poem. Amazing. Keep it up!
I agree with Liberty, your poems have great use of imagery! Really loving your poem from April 22 - the progression to the twigs looking like bones at the end is unexpected and spooky in the midst of a comfortable image.
I also really dig that whole parenthetical stanza in the poem from April 14!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
@Liberty ahh thank you!! c: I'm really trying to work on my imagery having reasons and intentions, so I'm glad that you noticed the different images from each poem!
@alliyah thank you so much! <3 I've definitely messed around with using more parentheses lately and I've had a lot of fun exploring my writing style in poetry. I really appreciate you commenting and reading my poems!
i lie on my bed every night with the sound of the ocean outside my bedroom door: a song for when my mind is a stranded island and my body sinks in my soft, safe sheets. a reminder that the sun always leaves the worried thoughts to quiet nights and listening moons, that the sea swallows each hope and expectation with the tide, just so the salt can burn a little more and my eyes sting at the thought of the sun returning.
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