Drought

Drought

A Poem by Madeleine Celeste
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Another 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

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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 Celeste


Author's Note

Madeleine Celeste
I don't even know what I'm doing. Keep that in mind.

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it's ok the writing was good, you use powerful words to describe the drying up i just interpret it differently.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Madeleine Celeste
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"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..

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