DroughtA Poem by Madeleine CelesteAnother place. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely face. lIVIN IT UP IN THE HOTEL CALIFORNIAAA- okay yeah it's a poem about a place
Some several long-gone summer days ago
I happened upon you When a penny flashed by, a copper mirage as I walked along I stopped, and ducked beneath branch and bush to find it I stumbled for a while and emerged into a clearing Or, rather, a massive rock A boulder as big as a house and I stood on its peak An ancient rooftop overlooking a tranquil bay With water spilling and flowing over rocks in the way Rolling, crashing, sending dazzling reflective light in jewel-like beads The sun overhead pounding down Warming the rock beneath my bare feet And sending rays of light bouncing and reflecting into the bay Oh, it was simply magical, And I stood there for several minutes with my eyes closed Burning stone under my feet and thundering, cresting wave sounds Reverberating in my ears, pounding in my chest like a thousand drums Hidden enchantment of nature behind just a few leaves The glory of nature set free and wild, roaring with triumph Right there, where I was I came back in 2 years with promises of that same summer magic Having convinced my friend to come along And so I guided them and we lost ourselves in the same forest Ducking through the same branches and shrubbery Until we were standing, once again, on that rock The old, warm spot I had stood before And I blinked, opening my eyes, to see That the entire bay was gone. Dried up. In caution I leapt from the top of the boulder into the barren canyon Landing in dust of old clay, sending up an eruption that clouded my vision But I could still see that the water Which must have been millions of gallons All spilling and flowing and roaring through the bay Became nothing, nothing but a copper-dusted drought.
© 2018 Madeleine CelesteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 3, 2018 Last Updated on March 3, 2018 Tags: it's called salmon hole, and it was nice, emphasis, on, was AuthorMadeleine CelesteAbout"I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it!" -Buddy The Elf, 2003 Hopeless romantic (as you've probably figured out by now).None of my poems will probably make sense, and if you're no.. more..Writing
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