Hey everyone! I was going through some old poetry for a portfolio I have to throw together, and realized I never actually published this even though I always meant to. I wrote it a little over a year ago--tell me what you think!
I spent the summer in the Grand Canyon
It was different--a dry heat
Simmering off car hoods
The land spread in every direction for miles,
A brown and green blur,
Like discolored freckles
Spreading across a desert
Void of sand
Plants grew like castles there,
And the world was backwards
The red bus took us far
And the paved road was harder to walk than the shoddy dirt path
Trailing along the lip, land falling away below us
We couldn't throw pennies in
For fear of starting an avalanche
We spent one afternoon in the river
I wished we could leave the cold shadow of the dam,
A concrete security blanket I missed
Only when it was gone
The water was too cold
The sand too hot
By night, I couldn't feel my feet,
And the lush hotel had transformed into nothing more than a bed
We went to the canyon,
To history and culture and art
But what I remember is the banana bread
The rain that turned pink and purple in the sunlight
And singing loud enough to block out the darkness
I remember mountains, far more impressive than a hole in the ground
Like the gods' forgotten, cracked china
I spent the summer on the couch
Watching, reading, watching as the world passed by
Sleeping late and staying up later
Listening for the sounds of fake rain
As the weary AC unit kicked in, promising a faint breeze
That I'd have to turn off when it became too cold
Piles of stuff seemed to grow around me
Until it was a fortress,
Myself the moat, protecting it from Mom's cleaning spurts
It was vastly unfair I had to do dishes, and
When everyone left, my invisible concerts raged,
Music blasting so loud the neighbors were concerned,
While I jumped on the couch, savoring the days
Of escaping lava
I spent the summer on the couch,
Watching the world pass me by,
Fading in and out of life as I relaxed in the shadow of other's adventures
But what I remember is disney movies
And chocolate milk with caramel and whipped cream
And my worst week ever
I remember living with everything I had
Before I had to grow up
I spent the summer at a laptop
Doing anything to increase connection speed
Hoping, praying, that the data wasn't all used up
My fingers flew across the keyboard,
A thousand thoughts coming to life,
A million heartbeats echoed in each word
My soul bleeding into black-and-white keys
I spent the summer watching mysteries
Solving crimes and picking glue
Out from under my fingernails
I became a spy, a wizard, a twin, an assassin
I became normal and extraordinary
Absorbing stories as fast as I could, easy as breathing
I spent the summer crouched over a laptop,
Sucking on mints to keep from throwing up, carsick,
But determined to read anyways
But what I remember is freedom
Pure, exhilarating, wild... I remember
Pages flying, wind ripping through my hair
Sunshine and metal rock and vanilla scented cars
Vitamin water and weak knees and squealing in unison,
My sister and I in perfect harmony, the same thoughts at light speed
I spent my summer all over,
But what I remember is crying while I grinned,
Thinking that maybe the world wasn't so bad
After all
YOU ARE READING
Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
