Notebook

Boredom=poetry

Styrofoam cups hold summer's wine,

The lemonade of dusty days,

Lightening shines four eyes bright,

Like a camera flash,

Black and white light,

Pop rocks and cool aid,

Under warring weather,

Flowers in our hair,

A painted feather in a notebook of leather,

Cracked binding,

Like winter,

Bleeding lips,

Summer in a jar,

Candles in the cupboard,

These dusty attic pages let me breathe,

Disappear.

Reviews

[Angelheaded Hipster]

This is like sneaking a peek into an old journal, seeing how a younger you, or me, or hell...younger anyone...celebrated summer time. I know that for me, its not officially summer till I have my first Orange Crush. Then I know...its summer, Im going to get sunburned, and Im going to have fun on the way...

this is such a good trip.

[An owl on the moon]

I loved the warmth and summer's sense that this gave me... Such a feeling of lightness, invoking memories and depth. Wonderfully done!

[Jazzy]

Images flashed through my mind like an old photography reel while I was reading this. Sounds like a summer worth living. [:

[Emily B]

I used to try to put summer in a jar. Caterpillars and lightning bugs . . . this is a great write.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel of the poem. Each line almost a separate story. A very good poem. I like the ending. Thank you.
Coyote