Part V. The End by Uriel Tovarif the world was
a different place
the moon would have been slivered
the morning
the train pulled in.
you would have been waiting
on the bench
with your grey sandals
and purple tie die sweater
and i would be wearing you.
the moon would break into
the sun
and splash a hue of blue and red
into a pale purple sky
purging the days we've wasted.
if the world was a different place. 08/29/2005 Posted on 08/29/2005 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/31/05 at 08:08 PM Uriel, this is such a deep commentary on the expectations life unfortunately doesn't guarantee us. The way you've stated it combines nature, colors, and things that are constant in a very shaky world. i haven't read the rest of the series, but will go back and read it. Sounds like you, too, are trying to make sense of things which often don't.
~Chelle~ |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/09/08 at 04:41 PM i agree with CJ. this is a great twisting of words. |
Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/26/11 at 01:09 AM It's a wonderful series; it was wise of you to structure it in just this way. Kudos, Uriel. |
Posted by Mo Couts on 03/08/12 at 07:58 PM Ahh, the major and minor things that could potentially be so different if we were slightly different or the world was. Gem. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/27/12 at 03:23 PM Congrats on POTD! I really like how you use the moon in this, especially the unique segment about it breaking into the sun. Loved how the second stanza developed. Thanks for this. |
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