Meet Me

A poem.

meet me

meet me in the graveyard

and hold me until i fall asleep

tell the world our secrets

oh yes, our secrets they may keep

and we'll gaze at our stars

and howl at the moon

say we'll run away

oh yes, we'll run away soon

kiss me until dawn

under the haunted oak tree

kiss me until dark

so we won't have to see

meet me in the graveyard

and lets cast shadows with our dreams

those dreams fall into holes

that go down too deep

meet me in the graveyard

and sing me to sleep

Author's Note

Please give comments and critiques after reading!

Reviews

[Carmen]

Love this, left me wanting to read more

[Beccy]

I think the first paragraph of your reply tells me that I actually pretty much understood and got the point. As I said Maia, unanswered questions, (and as you replied, the point of the poem was to conjure up unanswered questions.)

Thank you by the way for your explanation of your reference to the graveyard, and do understand, my reply was not criticism, (which in any event is vastly different to critique,) it was simply a comment that I imagined you might have found constructive, but which I sense you perhaps didn't.

Beccy.

[Beccy]

It isn't terribly easy to see exactly what you have in mind with this poem. I sense a kind of longing, some unanswered questions, perhaps the kind of questions youth always asks, but never quite gets the answer to, and I truly don't really understand the graveyard reference, it seems just a little random.

I started writing when I was just eight, but I was lucky, in that my father was, indeed is, a gifted poet and he guided me a lot. Particularly he cautioned me not to be too obscure as such poetry tends to be rarely understood. Perhaps if you explained, (just a little,) what was in your mind, I would get a better understanding.

Beccy.

[Maia]

Beccy,

I am afraid that you do not understand that the point of this poem is to conjure unanswered questions and is on the edge of getting to the point, but doesn't quite tip over to it (that's for the reader to imagine). The graveyard reference is supposed to represent a place that full of loss and emptiness, yet people still go there in times of pain and remembrance to try to find closure or peace.

I started writing a year or two ago, and I'm lucky, because my father is a very supportive man and guides me a lot, just as your father did to you. He cautioned me that not everyone would understand what might be inside my mind, and that was okay. Because not all things have to be understood; some things can only be felt.

I appreciate your criticism on my poem, because it reminded me why I write poetry. It reminded me that it doesn't matter how "obscure" or "random" or how easy it is to understand. It reminded me that poetry is not all about structure or style or sense, that poetry is about making people feel something, and letting yourself feel something as well.

Thanks,

Maia