Poetry Lost and Found

Wed, 07/11/2018 - 23:50 -- Abrow

Will you sing to me? Will you talk to me? Will you tell me how you’re feeling?

Can I cuddle up next to you? Will you bend? Fold? Do you love me back? No.

It doesn’t matter. Yet, don’t you find it amazing how we first met.  It wasn’t a love affair.

I was young, tender and naïve. Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth Grade.

Tenth. Eleventh. Twelfth Grade.

You were confident, verbose and intellectual.

At first, I couldn’t stand you. Sometimes, I still don’t.

I found you to be difficult. Wordy. Hard to comprehend.

As soon as I thought I knew you, you changed.

You got deeper. Richer. Fuller.

I talked about you to others, and my perception changed.

Gradually. Slowly. Immensely. And then I knew. 

When did I realize that I was in love with you? It was smooth.

Could it be when I realized the depth of your power, the vocabulary that you possessed?

Or how you made me feel whenever I was in your presence? You pulled me into your world.

I felt invincible. There was nothing that I couldn’t accomplish, reason, or express.

My colorless world was now full of hues.

The color of light changed from black to blue.

The shape of the red clay earth beckoning over the mountain range in Arizona.

Hills, valleys, mountains, streams, ponds, lakes, rivers, oceans

All blue and green lines in majesty of Eden’s land in a crimson sky.

Where forth art thou you exclaim?

Shakespeare. Plath. Angelou. Hughes. Dickinson. Frost. Poe. Whitman.

I hear you in my sleep breaking the sound barrier.

Growing at an alarming rate like the red hot lava flowing down the side of a volcano.

 Never knew there was so many. Verse. Verse. Verse.

I am enjoying the wilderness of knowledge

Of lines, verses, sonnets, and tenses.

Caught in an angle of song and fresh breath of love

I am remembering how you made me feel.

Challenging me from every angle of my pores.

Pushing me forward to more and more until

I am consumed by a deep fiery pit of words and phrases

Hidden in parchment and calligraphy pen.

I am dancing a bright beam of love jones light

I am remembering all that you taught me.

I am remembering you. 

 

-By Ashley Brown

This poem is about: 
Me

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