Running through the meadow as a child

A reflection on life and death.

 Running through the meadow as a child

Wide-eyed and smiling

Holding on to my mother and father

As we strolled along the park

Faces filled with smiles and delight

Birds chirped, the sun rose

On the beautiful summer

 

Mom stopped smiling after he hit her

She left me with him as another man greated-

The door slammed shut as she ran to the car

Bright lights seared into my red eyes

Painful gray afternoon

After the sun swept the earth

Hidden behind great gaseous pillows

 

Fiery fiery burning my throat

Holding back the tears being cool-

Being in not outside the lines- centered

Smoke fogging up my eyes my mind my voice

Letting my creativity flow and grow

Keeping me warm as leaves fell to the ground

 

Winter and snow, white powder fell

From the heavens and into the spoon

That same spoon that fed me and made me

Seem so monstrous in its reflection

Eye lids growing heavy belt slipping

Going blurry

Fading into the light

 

That bright white

Surround and evolve

And I see everyone there

Smiling and happy in the park as

An old man calls my name in the distance

I am ready and I run to him

Author's Note

I just tried this after seeing the contest. I sort of let it flow and once I typed something down didn't change it. It's more stream of conscious-y without going off track at all. Only minor punctuation where absolutely needed for sense or such. Experimental.

Say anything you think after reading it, whether it be "that's a poem" or "that was dumb" or "I kind of like it."

Reviews

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

Liked it - it didn't quite hit a person in the gut with emotion right off, but it grows from the first line to the last. I love the flow

[Travis Lawrence]

I like how spacey it is even though the sentances are strung together, because it's an entire life. There's such a large perspective you offer here, I like it, well done.

[Emily B]

Your instincts were right on. Great job.

[Tomás Ó C..]

That is the best way to write poetyr. I loved the flow in it.

[Brette Medb]

I liked this a lot. It was sad but hopeful at the same time. Nice write.


Brette

[Legion]

A great show of how suddenly life can change for someone. Good piece for a "stream of conscious" piece. Sad, but I liked it.