Cavern

We have to write poems for my class and this week were assigned to write an Elegy, which is a poem you write in remeberance of someone.

Cavern

 

 

 

Suddenly, I'm awake

 

Searching for you

frantically,

 

Until I am consoled

by a hand

 

On my shoulder

 

A reminding hand

 

A hand that's real

 

Like your was

 

When you would place

your hands on my face

 

With that look of

sheer determination and you would squeeze

 

And laugh and laugh

 

Again and Again

 

Why do I drown myself

in materials to try to arouse some kind of feeling

 

When you can find

such contentment in a funny face

 

When you could

 

 

 

 I still look where I step to avoid your toys

 

Your trail of things

for me to pick up several times over

 

You, my tornado

 

Strong winds

 

Building, Creating,

Jumping,

 

Quick hugs on-the-run

 

 

 

Destroying everything

in its wake

 

Leaving me to pick up

the pieces

 

 

 

Leaving me to hide

your clothes

 

in a box

 

in your closet

 

that I go to when I'm

alone

 

 

 

The clothes that let

me believe you're still here

 

even for a moment

 

because they are

still clinging to you

 

 

 

But when I open my

eyes

 

I see the clothes

you'll never grow into and out of

 

again

 

 

 

And I am awake

 

 

 

When your heart beats

outside your chest

 

It is easily broken

 

Leaving you an empty

cavern

 

With phantom pains

you try to scratch

 

 

 

You left with eyes

wide open

 

Blue, and piercing

 

As if you had just

discovered something new

 

 

 

Blue and piercing

 

Like the water I

ripped you out of

 

 

 

Blue and piercing

 

Like the summer sky

that day

 

 

 

Blue, piercing,

 

Empty

 

 

 

You always had the

ability to take my breath away

 

But not that morning

Reviews

[Misery]

Very good, dear poet. You have captured deep emotions and remembrances in this honest poem. I hope you will continue writing poems. I also hope you will let us know what grade you received for this assignment.

[Emily Feret]

We don't really get grades, for how can you really "grade" art, I always found that idea of someone saying art is good or bad a little self-righteous, who are we to say what art is other than an expression of ones self. I hope I always write.