She Wrote the World

 I liked to play tea party

As soon as the laughter faded

The other boys diminished to mere pinpoints

That’s when she wrote the day

 

Eight years, three months

She may have been the one that taught every boy the way, timeless

Her eyes were old world goddess, rapt, penetrating

Her innocence, not a day over her eight years

 

The universe, our tea party universe

While still full of potential and possibility

Shrank, custom fit to the shape of our energy entwined

And we imagined, oh Lord, did we imagine

 

Some days I barely remember the sequence of events

Only that, in the end I was filled with the future

Knowing, somehow, that she was the future

If not for me, then at least for the universe

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

The imagery and storytelling make it feel like a dream written on paper. All of the lines are so powerful. It's so strong and how you express the whole piece makes for a perfectly intertwining poem that all work perfectly together, each line leading to the next. 'Only that, in the end, I was filled with the future, Knowing, somehow, that she was the future, If not for me, then at least for the universe' That's just a powerful line, full of so much passion and intense thoughts. Thank you so much for sharing this piece!

[Crowley]

Thank you!!! So glad you liked it!!!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Crowley... you have penned a rare tribute to what it means to be a Poet
whose Talent is above and beyond Reality... to recognize this breath of creating is
timeless and worth it's fortune in golden gilded edges. softly, Pat

[Crowley]

Pat, Im glad you think so. I had forgotten that I wrote this one but rather like the feeling it evokes of being your and feeling the first pangs of love and if its possible respect.

[Beccy]

How I missed this I shall never know. Tears formed in my eyes as I read these lines, and I thought how silly of me, but then I read it again and understood why.

Goodness me, this is so beautifully written, and that last line is both full of hope and incredibly insightful.

Beccy.

[Crowley]

Wow, that review made me so happy. Thank you Beccy!!

[Beccy]

It truly did what all poetry should do; touched me deeply and made me think of such preciously innocent moments from when my sister and I were children.

[sharleenm]

I really enjoyed this ; )

[lovelymarina]

god...the imagery.... all I have to say is
wow.

[Crowley]

Three in one night…you may be too kind, lol! Thank you!

[Fran Marie]

and we imagined, oh Lord, did we imagine

a touch of
Brontë ' s wuthering heights
filled my mind while reading
this; one feels the true depth
of emotions spilling forth
like; Cathy and Heathcliff on
the moors in their own little world
their universe...

a lovely piece here
so beautifully expressed

[Crowley]

Thank you Fran, that was a lovely review. I am glad you could identify.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the honest tone and the story telling in the poetry Crowley.
"Some days I barely remember the sequence of events
Only that, in the end I was filled with the future
Knowing, somehow, that she was the future
If not for me, then at least for the universe"
I loved the above lines. You left the reader with wonder and question. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Crowley]

Dang...thanks for the awesome review!!! Much appreciated!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Crowley. You create a wonderful poem.

[emmajoy]

A dream in hand, set by for the future? A rule of thumb, set in stone, yet magically malleable? Written with sensitivity plus - the true meaning of wishful thinking, Crowley. Your last four lines create far more than the temporary - beautiful.

[Crowley]

Thanks you kindly my longtime friend. Its always so nice to hear form you, hope you are well.

[lightsong]

the pure world of children is a whole magical world, where everything is possible, and here I don't hear only of a possibility of a love that could have been but I also hear a yearning for that universe where everything can be, where miracles are real.

[Crowley]

Thanks for coming by...I really appreciate it. Good to see you are still hard at work!

[lightsong]

You are so welcome my friend :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and the speaker is singing Dylan to her..."If not for you, Babe, I couldn't even find the door, couldn't even see the floor, i'd be sad and blue, if not for you.
May I have a cup of tea, please?

[Crowley]

...exactly right.