Apparently we forgot to choose a theme this week. And since Chuck's internet was "being weird lately" this means that I get to be the first person to write this week... about something totally random. Yay me! So, since I was too lazy to think of something to write about, here is something I wrote today. It's a poem, obviously.
Untitled #2 (Blue)
Blue.
Simple, human-- it suits you
Or it did, then.
I remember blue;
I remember “Hello.”
But then I fell,
Like the shadow I am,
At your feet: a feeble imitation.
My hands strung with thread
To the tips of
Your fingers,
I dance, silent.
Now,
I see you only in black,
Mirrored fragments, grinning and godlike,
Inky footprints fresh across my mind.
You left an ember
In my chest;
I burned to ash.
Time passed--
I forgot what you are. Forgive me;
Perhaps one day I'll
See you again
In blue.
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Yes, this poem is about a person. No, I won't tell you who. I'd been thinking about this unnamed Person when a John Green quote popped into my head: "What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person." (Paper Towns) I realized I'd been the exact kind of treacherous John was describing. Not cool. In coming to grips with that, I wrote this poem.
I hope everyone's okay with my poetry. If not, I'll refrain from posting it in the future. I just wrote about this today because it's what's been on my mind. Thanks for putting up with me and my lack of an actual post.
Looking forward to the random things everyone else writes this week!
DFTBA,
Emily
Wow, that is one great poem.
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I agree, what a great poem. I really liked it as that same John Green quote has been playing on my mind too.
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Thanks for the nice comments, guys! I don't know if I'll be posting much more poetry on this blog, but if you'd like to read some more I have my own: http://iambeginnings.blogspot.com/search/label/poetry
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