I'd only once heard her name,
the girlish statue dancing down the street,
until you introduced us--
when I barely even knew you
Her syllables sing in my ears, now,
waxing lonely on the roof,
Feeling the sky relinquish its light
and watching pinholes growing brighter
as it does.
I wait on the mossy shingles
until my feet are numb with night
just so I can glimpse her pattern
that you pointed out, once,
when our toes were in Gitche Gumee
She sits enthroned, serene,
stately in spangles,
Aurora kissing her feet.
The only better way
to meet a star
might be with firefly ambassadors
and my hand in yours.
Nikki Hilla
6 comments:
it's poetry like this that makes me crumple every page i put my chicken scratches on
don't be ridiculous... how many times was i so struck by yours that i couldn't write for fear of just subconsciously trying to duplicate it? you're probably the main person who kept me writing all this time. don't stop. and don't crumple. sometimes it just takes a few months
my ability to turn out anything worthwhile was shut down as soon as i started being a science nerd and stopped taking english classes. sometimes i get random lines in my head that are good and then i can't build a poem around them for anything. my brain is just stuck. but i can't believe how mature yours are... i'm floored when i read them. please write more. and please call me, because i'd like to talk to you sometime :). angie and i will be in grand rapids this weekend if you'd like to come on over :P
i'm home this weekend... poo!
hold onto those random lines, they will gradually make something. these 2 poems came from random lines that i couldn't get out of my head. at first i thought the lines should be in the same poem. but i like them in separate poems
ok so we didn't end up going because angie got sick and now i'm not feeling so hot either. so i'm home.
my brother's party is today, if you feel like a crowd and free food. ;)
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