Part V. The End
by Uriel Tovar
if the world was
a different place
the moon would have been slivered
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
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.
Posted on 08/29/2005
Copyright © 2020 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.
|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.