We lay splayed in the emerald grass, she and I.
Giggling about nothing and sharing makeshift secrets,
As butterflies twirl blissfully in the skies,
And earthen worms peruse the lands.
Her blonde ringlets, pale across my auburn tangles,
Glisten in the gleeful sunshine as our tresses intermingle.
And innocent eyes, as pure and blue as the skies,
Reflect the awe in my own emerald gaze.
As our tiny hands point out fairytale creatures in the clouds,
We dream of mythical castles and knights in shining armor,
Make-believing ourselves to be beautiful princesses,
And imaginary faerie queens.
These moments of bliss are the most remarkable of my entire life,
And I wish I could remember these forgotten memories.
After all, they were spent with her, my dearest friend,
In hollow schoolyards of clove and vinegar
So many years ago, long before we realized
The grown-up world had no place for princes and princesses,
Neither ferocious cloud beasts and knights in shining armor to slay them,
Nor stone castles with elaborate motes and hungry reptiles to ward off imposters…
It was so long ago, and years have passed, but even now,
She is still standing here, alongside me, holding my hand,
Even though, the hot embers of cruelty have blackened her hair,
Even as, the presence of sin has darkened my eyes,
She stands tall beside me, promising we’ll always be together,
And I believe her, for nothing yet has come
Fierce enough to tear us apart,
As any force would have to kill us first.
With a bond like sisters
Strengthened by personal choice, not weakened by blood,
We are as invincible as we believe,
Even though the world lives to see us dead...
"With a bond like sisters
Strengthened by personal choice, not weakened by blood,
We are as invincible as we believe,
Even though the world lives to see us dead..."
I like the ending, though the whole work is that much aprreciable. I like the narration in verse. Good Work!
Very nice. I feel this poem is really heart-felt, and thats really important, i think, to good poetry. Just know that as long as your writing is heart-felt, it is the best. and no one can take that away from you. Great Job.
I enjoyed this a lot. You managed to be poetic without overdoing it, something I find to be incredibly difficult. It evoked a lot of nostalgia for me; I too remember the times when I would pretend to be a fairy princess with my friends. Now, that friend is sleeping around and doing drugs. It's hard to watch the girl I shared so much joy with destroy herself.
It's sad how this world destroys the childlike innocence within us. One moment, we are playful, full of laughter and dreams, and the next moment, we are neck-deep in the insanity of this world. I, for one, think it is far more "normal" to be childlike than it is to be "normal" in the eyes of the world. I sense that the bond between you and Christina, as it stems from childhood before the insanity of the world invaded your lives, is one that will never be broken. You share those moments of innocence as moments which will live forever in your hearts, and nothing can take that away. The sentiments in this poem are presented beautifully and brilliantly through your magical use of language. Much love to you....
Impressive to the max!! You are quite the wordsmith, I can't fault this it is flawless in language and form. Your grammar skills are impeccable...just praise and thank you for taking me back to my own childhood.
Kudos for this...
Cheers and for goodness sake KEEP WRITING!
Helen :-)
"With a bond like sisters
Strengthened by personal choice, not weakened by blood,
We are as invincible as we believe,
Even though the world lives to see us dead..."
I like the ending, though the whole work is that much aprreciable. I like the narration in verse. Good Work!
What a wonderful ode to your dear lifelong friend. So touchingly written. Marvelous. I hope she appreciates your words as much as you appreciate her steadiness throughout your life. What a blessing. Thank you. Great work.
Light,
Siddartha
Just a lover of words--
A poet of sorts...
A soul, who knows what it's like--
To lose.
I'll be nineteen soon, and I've been doing recreational writing for about eight years now, though I was discoura.. more..