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Now that the people realize that they have forgotten Now that it’s too late for repairs Now that you and I stare at the crumbling bricks Whispering for no reason Now we realize that the old lighthouse we always took for granted is gone The old lighthouse that we dared each other to stay the night in You lasted an hour before something creaked and you ran shrieking home Now that the trees are gnarled like skeleton hands There are moments when I realize that we’ve wasted so much time in the pauses when neither of us could think of what to say Author's Note: This poem is inspired by the painting "Demolished Light House" by Julian E. Levi. Feedback and constructive criticism are appreciated and encouraged.
and i know that angels draped in gossamer have a tendency of sticking around, if only on barberry and milk thistle and cactus standing guard across not-quite-prairie and dust dervish, flat sea to intermittent, rocky island. and i know that angels draped in gossamer have a tendency of sticking around, if only on earthly tethers and human baggage and stubborn canine standing guard behind guiding hand and escape attempts, stoic tin routine to buzzing vulture wings. Author's Note: another ekphrastic poem for class, this one done in a 10-minute free write and unedited. picture inspiration was a photo from mexican artist Graciela Iturbide's collection 'los que viven en la arena' (those who live in the sand). http://www.gracielaiturbide.org/los-que-viven-en-la-arena/03-5/
im sorry, mom about your cyclamen-- i swear i tried to keep it alive, all vibrant ruffled pink and cool, white-veined green im sorry, mom about your burning bush-- i swear i tried to do it right, all beryl pointed oval leaves and dying, half-turned vermilion im sorry, mom about your hydrangea-- i swear i tried to water it well, all multitudinous blues and crisp, summer-dry brown im sorry, mom about your daughter-- i swear i tried to keep her alive, all vibrant ruffled pink and cool, blue-veined white im sorry, mom about your daughter-- i swear i tried to do it right, all ballet pointed shoes and dying, half-hearted magenta im sorry, mom about your daughter-- i swear i tried to water her well, all multitudinous ringlets and cracked, summer-dry skin im sorry, mom about your son-- i swear i tried to weed him out, all maple doe eyes and tenacious not-daughter vigor im sorry, mom about your son-- i swear he tried to prune himself back, all rosebush hands and unfortunate thorn-sharp red im sorry, mom about your son-- i swear i tried to love myself right, all the ways you wont and i lovingly chest-bind white i know youre not sorry, mom but this is the best i can do. Author's Note: ekphrastic poems are basically poems based on an image or work of art or something like that inspo: my mom's cyclamen