midnight in july

my mind wasn't aware of your existence yet,

it was only observing the fireworks.

it was only smoking at a gas station in Galveston,

blocking out the immediate change in my lifestyle.

the reflection of the Pierre lights glinted off of my irises that night,

making up for every color that I had been drained of.

the girl I was that night was somewhere on Surfside,

singing horribly to a Buggles song all on her own.

she was allowing the waves to crash at her feet,

while moonlight soaked her olive toned skin.

she was collecting gigantic sunflowers in the midst of a storm,

she possessed something that I crave.

she was free, and she is no longer me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful story in the poem Allison.
"she was collecting gigantic sunflowers in the midst of a storm,
she possessed something that I crave."
The above lines become more missed with time. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[barleygirl]

This is brilliant & haunting & well-crafted to SHOW instead of tell (first rule of good writing). Here you use vivid original imagery to convey the mood & mindset of this person that the narrator used to be. We all have a similar "used-to-be" person that we long to get back to & you've conveyed this longing with authentic poignancy (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie