Like A Supernova
I remember those summer days,
sunk into your hammock
as you strummed
the strings of your guitar.
The dying cigarette
in your tray,
the tilt of your head
and the way auburn spilled
against sun-washed denim.
The last I saw before I was lulled away
Acoustic sounds
of our favorite songs,
serenading my dreams
and the blazing heat broken
by gentle gusts of night.
I woke one time
because I thought I heard you whisper;
Only to find it was the wind.
I wiped the sleep from my eyes
and dusted the fallen ash
over the instrument
in my lap, edges black as tar;
stood and stumbled
through the charred remains
carrying what was left of a star.
What do you think of this poem?
This is a completely amazing poem. The imagery is fabulous. You have a beautiful way with words. My favorite is "... the way auburn spilled against sun-washed denim."
Also, "stood and stumbled through the charred remains carrying what was left of a star." I hope this is fiction, if not, then It's a wonderful memory and I am sorry for you loss. Thanks for sharing. I look forward to reading more.
Reply:Interesting Ballad. You can turn a phrase. TD
Reply:sounds very much like a jewel song its good
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