I am HOMESICK. Like short, sonic poetry that Isn't afraid of long poems that describe pain nor of short poems that don't seem to belong.
I FEEL. Every space between the stanzas.
I BLOOM. With every new poem.
A poem. About gray giving in to black as the background landscapes transition.
I LEARNED. How to say homesick in Spanish after I decided that I wouldn't cry anymore.
LEFT BEHIND the leaves of the grapefruit tree of my old home.
CLOSED so I could OPEN. a new chapter in the next town over. My glasses felt more uncomfortably crooked as if not saying a proper farewell left me hanging unbalanced.
I decided to no longer cry and
morphed into a runner with arms and legs
swinging forward and back
in synch with my racing heart.
A bird with no wings who began to
wonder if it ever really had wings.
Wind ebbed and flowed past your
bare heart.
NOTHING, NO ONE had ever made you cry that deeply close to your heart for so long. A runner specializing in foggy towns where dogs were black, but also red, yellow, green, white and suffocated everyone around them. Often in lonely accompaniment, you would sit on the pavement with your sister who coped with change by filming silent videos of the journey from your old home to your new home, from the back of a car ride. A late bloomer never forgetting all the CD's that were played on car rides.
I GATHERED sweet nothing's that I held closer to my heart as the old home faded further away.
I AM HOMESICK. changing textures as I travel through landscapes.
#HOMESICK
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feral nova
the structure of the poem itself made me struggle to read it a little, but if that's the intention then it's fine. "I FEEL. Every space between the stanzas." i liked this line. "About gray giving in to black as the background landscapes transition." interesting and is wrapped up in the finl line of this poem, giving new context to the meaning of this quoted line. i like that a lot. overall i think the themes in this poem is quite apparent and relatable. the weakest lines for me is "A bird with no wings who began to / wonder if it ever really had wings." came out of nowhere a bit and could use more expansion on this concept to really impact the reader. overall, i had a good time reading this. thank you for writing and sharing this poem!
harsh elbow
i like the paragraph towards the end starting with "nothing" especially the part about the dogs
jolly timberBOT
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