Road to the West

A poem I wrote for my roommate.

Her half-moon eyes shut
nested in her blankets
rain kisses her face
bed of dirt and gravel
nineteen days old.
She doesn't know yet
nineteen years later
we'll push our beds together
roof protecting her
nestled in blankets
half-moon eyes shut.

Author's Note

This is just one idea for this poem. Not sure if the concept is coming through well enough, so I'll have to play around with it a bit more.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I liked how you began and ended this write with the same two lines. It takes us somewhere AND it brings us back. Its as if you're watching your roommate peacefully sleep, then realize years later, that you still want them in your life. To hold. To protect. To love. Friendship is always capable of leading to more in the future.

[Nadia]

Creating a work of art for another person is a sacred thing. Not everyone appreciates this. The true meaning of the poem could be between the two of you, or maybe known only to you, and might be interpreted differently by each person who reads. Again, I like your style of writing.

[Sourav]

Nice. I liked the idea of expressing using lesser words. This poem can be interpreted in many ways. I just love read it.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

The voice is subtle. I appreciated the way you unveil your thought. Coming together one again either as friends, under one unbrella. Well done.

[M.E.Lyle]

This leaves me wondering, who is this outside observer. How does he/she know the future of this 19 year old. Is this a past/present/future thing? Your concept opens up all kinds of possibilities.
Interesting and thought provoking.

[The Twin Arenas]

it's cyclical and good.

cycles make good things better.

[JC]

gave me the vision of weary travelers finding the warmth of a home, even if it's temporary. I enjoyed the visual you created here and can relate to the pull of western shores.