![]() El Nino / La NinaA Poem by Fransivan Writes![]() A poem dedicated for someone who waited for a lover that never came back![]() In this land of two summers, I've spent four staring outside the windowpanes of my heart searching for you amidst the barrenness of the Earth. When the angels left the faucets running, I paid the bill with sadness. Through the blur of the downpour, I drew a picture of you beaming the way you only did with your mother. The splash of boots against the wet pavement had my chest beating like a bass drum, had me praying upon a nameless stranger defying the weather, a shadow splitting the night in half. You never came around. The sound of dripping was an aria of violence, betraying my breaking. It was a conductor that divided the air with his palm and when the choir chorused, everyone suddenly became a poet. Through the sweating glass panes, I made out your silhouettes to be full of light. The scurrying feet of children outside had my organs churning on themselves like a bike pedal, had my eyes scanning the landscape and pointing to everywhere you weren't, a pair of aimless lovers mourning a loss unmapped. You never came around. The squeals of boys and girls hurrying to get to ice cream stores chimed my doors rusty and dull. It was a conductor that divided the air with his palm and when the choir chorused, everyone suddenly became a poet. Through the deaths and the rebirths of the land, I have stayed as faithful as a witness. In this land of two summers, I've spent four bent on my desk penning you poems in perfect rhyme, forgetting that you never knew how to read anything but the language of her tongue. You never came around.
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StatsAuthor![]() Fransivan WritesAboutFransivan MacKenzie is a tiger princess who swallows words for a living. Just kidding! F. MacKenzie is a poet, a storyteller, and an aspiring novelist who has been playing the games of rhymes and dead.. more..Writing
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