August

August

A Poem by Amy D. Brooks

Your words fall over me, around me,
My entire body as I attempt to roam you.
I'm melting away, degrading into nothing,
You're waiting with hands out and mind closed.

We are defined where we least expect,
Orange jean shorts, darkened skin tinted gold in the sun,
Dollar pop and muted baseball games,
Collector's straws and winding film.
There are no mirrors, there are no witnesses.

Your shadow fell into the columns, disappeared,
My hands groped the block panels for the remainder of your existence.
I'm dragging myself up those tugged triple locks,
Cracking each one out of place,
Let me in, buzzers and answers and phone cards and droning dial-up.
From my crown falls corded red hair,
Dark on my face, my body, my everything, taking my sight,
Into your darkness, I've lost the sun.

© 2013 Amy D. Brooks



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Great poetic expression Amy. I really enjoyed reading this stuff.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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ANM
No flowery review just praise of a well written poem!

Posted 3 Years Ago


{"THERE'RE NO MIRRRS,THERE'RE NO WITNESS.E.S.SSSS......"'}NICE -LINE...
I WANNA GIVE 79/100.....
"THERE'S NO MIRROR'S ,NO WITNESSES,
I'VE LOST MY ENTIRE LIFE TO FINDING U AFTER ROAM YOU,
THERE'S NO MIRROR;S BUT IS THAT ALL MY SICKNESSESS,
I WANNA LIVE WITH U ,
I WANNA STAY WITH U ,
WANNA SMILE + LAUGH WITH U,
SO, OVERALL I WANNA GET INTO ALL UR'S DARKNESSSS;S'..........."

Posted 4 Years Ago


an impression to be sure..

reall enjoyed this.. it was very sharp and thought provoking..

kudos to you.. an enjoyable piece

:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


i agree with allie great line also a great poem:)nice work

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"into your darkness, I've lost the sun" beautiful line :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Amy D. Brooks

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