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Le Matin
by Amanda BullingtonCe matin, the sky was bruised
With purple, pink, and gray streaks
Casting luminous shadows on the world.
Afraid the disfiguration would be long-lived,
Some misguided human girl ripped the roots of
A century old white oak straight from the soil.
She lifted it, swabbing the sky clean with
Its outstretched branches. (of course that didn't work;
one girl couldn't rejuvenate an atmosphere filled with
Thousands of years of her species' destruction.)
After a couple hours passed, the abrasions became concealed
Under the brutish rays of the sun.
And so the world was content again.
(unbeknownst to them, their own repulsiveness
would be reflected in the sky again demain matin.)
01/21/2005 Author's Note: ce matin is this morning, demain matin is tomorrow morning. Just in case anybody's confused.
Posted on 01/21/2005
Copyright © 2024 Amanda Bullington
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Phil Walling on 01/21/05 at 09:33 PM Not sure I understand the poem, but I like the words.. I'd like to hear a discussion on it...?
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| Posted by JD Clay on 03/13/05 at 07:14 PM This is a revelation the way I see it. One of cyclical change and reinvention of the self, like the way day turns to night. Congratulations on becoming The Poet Of The Day, Amanda!
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