original poems by a young author
Stream of Consciousness #11
like this was the last straw already
(we leave for home on Thursday)
and those people who have never felt the sand dunes think that the river must be huge
they are so wrong, i have seen the bridges,
I have seen how they break. Your life is not as easy as I thought
and the suitors do not love you, but they conspire.
your father gloats with pride.
but doesn’t know his daughter’s plight.
like the stones that are on the beach, the sights would reach the northern hemisphere
imagine the northern lights
as the wind rocketed sand onto the mist filled sky.
what would you do about it, girl, my love has entered the house and he is not happy
we can all agree that you do not love me,
so I can go my separate ways.
I love the sound of stone in autumn, or just the sound of anything
like the name you gave me,
love wasn’t that easy for me with a name like Fedora
I was splattered with mustard on the first day of school,
they threw old musty hats in my face and I glared at them and shouted
the busy cowards didn’t know what they were missing,
what they had been missing out on, oh those stupid little cowards,
how could they ever understand?
that’s all behind me now.
I sit under the rain post and become naked
and run through ten valleys stripped of corn and stripped of forest
and I bask and bathe and I don’t care.
Fedora, Fedora, sing me a song, they all say
yes, this is the day,
and I know you see me as the queen of the land
the empress of all being:
I’d like to see you try this on a hot summer in July.
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