Noises

This is a memoir written in a poem.

The flowers falling, even more slowly, 

lifting in the small hands,

floating silently as they swing in the wind. 

There’s a moonless night  

following close behind, 

the wind picks up as they 

splash motionless into drying puddles. 

How can you say goodbye? 

There’s a beautiful lie inside. 

Somewhere in time there 

was this tiny frame, 

there was this tiny girl, 

there was this very large world. 

I woke up to this strange song, 

notes leaping up and down. 

The closer I fell to sleeping; the 

more gracious it felt. 

The cigarettes look bad now, 

The glitter seems ugly now.

Why should you abide? 

The sins taste like water now. 

We danced, father and daughter. 

Somewhere, so light, so soft. 

By this night, the lights, they dimmed. 

We fell, father and daughter, 

as the dust mended out broken feet. 

How can you stay outside? 

There’s a gorgeous monster inside.

How can you dance inside? 

There’s a ongoing wonderful noise on the other side. 

Author's Note

Ignore run-ons (if any)