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Like A Supernova





I remember those summer days,


sunk into your hammock


as you strummed


the strings of your guitar.





The dying cigarette


in your tray,


the tilt of your head


and the way auburn spilled


against sun-washed denim.


The last I saw before I was lulled away





Acoustic sounds


of our favorite songs,


serenading my dreams


and the blazing heat broken


by gentle gusts of night.





I woke one time


because I thought I heard you whisper;


Only to find it was the wind.





I wiped the sleep from my eyes


and dusted the fallen ash


over the instrument


in my lap, edges black as tar;





stood and stumbled


through the charred remains


carrying what was left of a star.

What do you think of this poem?
This is a completely amazing poem. The imagery is fabulous. You have a beautiful way with words. My favorite is "... the way auburn spilled against sun-washed denim."


Also, "stood and stumbled through the charred remains carrying what was left of a star." I hope this is fiction, if not, then It's a wonderful memory and I am sorry for you loss. Thanks for sharing. I look forward to reading more.
Reply:Interesting Ballad. You can turn a phrase. TD
Reply:sounds very much like a jewel song its good

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