Lamentations For A Summer That Never ExistedA Poem by Beatrice MarsI Put on my
Summer Shorts,
And my vest Top
And lamented for a
Summer that never
Existed.
I danced in front of the
Mirror and pretended
To be a pop star.
I went outside into the snow,
And broke down,
Wondering what was worse,
That you went without
For so long
When it wasn't
On offer,
Or now that it is,
You deny yourself.
When I returned
To the house
My hands were purple,
But that is normal,
So I wasn't worried.
I went back to my
Mirror,
Put on an old skirt
And danced like
I was a ballerina.
But I wasn't very bendy.
So I did a back bend,
Just to see if I could.
I fell down and
Hurt my head.
And I cried as
I remembered
Summers of doing
Back bends on
The hill,
With people I now
Love to hate.
But I'm a better person now.
(I'm skinnier and have better hair.)
I was called down
For dinner and
I quickly changed into
My jeans and T-shirt.
We watched the dancing
On the T.V,
And I got Up and
Waltzed With my cat,
Before crashing in to
The christmas tree.
My Mother yelled at me.
So I went back to
My mirror and remembered waltzing
In a field,
With a real person,
In a summer that
Never happened.
And I remembered
Long starry nights
Around a
Fire,
With people that don't exist.
I went outside,
Where People know I'm real,
And I danced in
The snow.
Then I remembered who I Am,
And People laughed and told me I can't
Dance.
So I went
Back to my mirror
And danced like a ballerina.
© 2009 Beatrice MarsReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 14, 2009 Last Updated on December 19, 2009 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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