1985

1985

A Poem by Anastasia Purvis

Front porch
Sittin’ on the front porch
Enjoying the afternoon sun
Breeze blowing through my long blonde hair
Living life without a care

I bought you flowers
Flowers for your birthday
You cried when you read the card
The picture of you holding them
Remembering is so hard

Christmas dance
My first Christmas dance
My first kiss, so tender, warm
Holding hands with sweaty palms
I poured out my heart without any qualms

Messy Divorce
My mother filed for a divorce
Relationship took a different course
My father’s crying would begin
His fault for the mess he was in

Alcoholic brother
My brother drank his sorrows away
Drove a truck into a ditch
Angry little brother diverting any blame
My mother’s reaction was just the same!

Grandmother passing
I spent the whole day with you
You seemed fine to me, nothing wrong
Fell and broke your ankle
Three days later you were gone.

Internal Death
I died that day holding your hand
I felt your squeeze, saw the tear on your cheek
Slapped in the face as the lights grew dim
I knew you were leaving to be with HIM.

Lonely girl
All alone in this crazy world
Had to grow up much sooner
Be an example, time not easy to spend
Fight to the end, fight to the end...


© 2017 Anastasia Purvis



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A lady's heart be more like a flower in meadow. It needs protection from bugs, safety of love, security to peace, and of course, the love off stuffs, however, heart's heart whether it's of men's heart or women's, it needs to be broken, sometime, but not the way it gets shattered into pieces. A very deep and heartfelt poetry you've come up with.

Looking forward to reading your stuffs, and i'll make sure to subscribe to your writes as well!

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Anastasia,
A heart tugging write that encompasses a life time of emotions. The innocent friendly start on a breezy front porch slowly building up to tragedy and acceptance works well.
Each stanza is well penned and touches the reader without burying them. Sad images that are thought provoking and show us how vulnerable we all are.
Blessings,
Richie b.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Beautiful, so eternally sad. So many of us have gone through so many different layers in this life, so many tragedies that shape us. Beautifully written as always.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Life is always teaching us. Mostly bad lessons. You took the reader with you on a life journey.
"Fight to the end, fight to the end..."
The above lines. All of us must do. Thank you Anastasia for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Months Ago


a sad write say no more that hits the right spots

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful, i was so into every word as i read, what a beautiful story created in this poem.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one is a bit different, good different. Sentimental and woeful.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A lady's heart be more like a flower in meadow. It needs protection from bugs, safety of love, security to peace, and of course, the love off stuffs, however, heart's heart whether it's of men's heart or women's, it needs to be broken, sometime, but not the way it gets shattered into pieces. A very deep and heartfelt poetry you've come up with.

Looking forward to reading your stuffs, and i'll make sure to subscribe to your writes as well!

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow this truly amazing! I love the flow. This is a wonderful masterpiece. Wish I could write as well as this. Keep up the outstanding work!

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is all a series of unfortunate events. Quite depressing but I must confess I love the flow. And I can see a storyline there. Good work.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hi Anastasia. Gosh this is poignant. It's almost like each verse, each episode or recollection of a time, is sparked by some kind of trigger like a picture, a smell or sound. We as readers don't see these but we can sense them.
I wondered about the chronology of the verses and were they all snapshots of 1985 - a very traumatic year if so. I can see why you'd have the Christmas kiss quite early because the mood and feel gradually become more sombre, and to put this at the end might have jarred. Maybe cheat a little and call it a Valentine kiss? Whatever - a small point.
'Enjoyed' is the wrong word, but I 'enjoyed' this a lot.
Regards
Nigel

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Anastasia Purvis
Anastasia Purvis

Cincinnati *The Queen City*, OH



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Altruistic Enigmatic Polymath | Writer, Vegetarian, Musician, EMT. I'm an Artist. I paint pictures of the verbal kind. ♕ The Queen City ♛ more..

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