11/10/15
Death brings out the best in every,
Woman, child or man,
Death brings clarity,
Placing an elusive heirloom in hand,
Summer takes us through sweet, naive blue mornings
Days ending in blood red sunsets,
Then start again, a turning timepiece
Ticking when we wake until we undress,
Evening brings a golden yellow seeping into all,
Floorboards creak, but quietly, so mellow and brown in fall,
I hum continuously to myself,
While you lay napping,
Find a bit of confidence,
When suddenly you are asking,
"What's the melody?"
The tune breaks off, unsteady,
As I say,
"I do not know,"
The summer sky said we were ready,
But now the cold winds blow,
"What's the melody?"
And I said, "I do not know,"
The sun recalls that we were ready,
But now here comes the snow,
One last time, from up on high,
Before the days grow grey and slow,
"Tell me, what's the melody?"
I told you, I do not know.
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2015-2016 Poetry
PoetryPoetry written during 2015 and 2016 while I was in my Junior & Senior years of high school. I want to preserve it here because I think a lot of it can be better. It is interesting to look back on and be proud of. :)
