Open Poetry #50 |
At Least Until This Fairy Tale is Over |
kevinjtaylor Member Posts 61 British Columbia, Canada |
Her bags were packed, left by the door. She looked away waiting for her ride to come. Waiting. You met her on a holiday. You can’t recall who else was there. She’s moved along and left you holding empty air. Empty rooms and empty halls fill the days you've lost count of and left an empty bed alone beside you. You met her one late-summer day, or was it autumn, who can say? Like falling leaves you fell one for the other. The mornings were the best of all. The evenings melted into dawn and dawn again. And then one day she said goodbye. Without a word, she said goodbye. Her eyes had someone else inside. You asked yourself when this all started. Now every girl you see instead, and every time you turn your head, and all the names on every street, the colors of the sky at night, your bed at dawn, days pass you by, whatever tells you you’re alive tells you that you’re dead inside. You keep her pillow by your own, wake up late each afternoon but still you wake up as alone. And then one day you've cleared your mind, you bring her back and let her slide away again. Now mornings fade from grey to green, and somewhere in the days between you catch an eye, she catches you and spends a night or maybe two. The hallway and the living room, the shower and the kitchen floor, what else had they existed for? Now every smell of every flower, every early morning shower and all the songs on every street, the colors of the sky at night, her kiss at dawn, the rising light, whatever tells you you’re a man tells you you’re alive again. Yet stories like this never end like fairy tales. And every smell of every flower, every early morning shower, and all the songs on every street, the colors of the sky at night, her kiss at dawn, the rising light, whatever tells you you’re a man tells you you’re alive again, at least until this fairy tale is over. |
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kevinjtaylor Member Posts 61 British Columbia, Canada |
I didn't realize the lines would go like this [CORRECTED]. They are set up to wrap on a 9x6 page with 1 inch margins. I'm not aware of editing features yet. So form fails. Lesson learned. |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Kevin, this form works fine -- perhaps much better than the assumed "correct and proper" one you had in mind... For future editing, click on the tiny pencil-on-envelope icon in the toolbar at the top of your poem. As for your poem: truly enjoyed, related, empathized, recognized, and realized. Welcome to "The Game", and welcome to PIP. -MVS You CAN make a difference, but first you should learn how. Visit: |
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kevinjtaylor Member Posts 61 British Columbia, Canada |
Thanks Mark. I fixed the line breaks because it was how I visualized it. |
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