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Aurora Cornfields
by Elizabeth SeagoYou're one of a kind.
The sun can't shine
As bright as you do.
(I swear, sometimes your voice gets me tan.)
You're one of a kind.
Sublime.
I'd do almost anything to all you mine.
To hold you,
Even for a short amount of time.
Pour some wine.
Talk about pine
Trees or the autumn breeze or
How good your hand feels entwined with mine.
Explore the woods with the eyes of children,
I'd pick you flowers and tell you how beautiful you are,
And how your eyes are all the ocean I'll ever need.
(Which means geographically, Chicago wouldn't be a problem.)
We'd lay down in the tall grass and you'd hold me as we
Counted the stars in the sky.
I'd look you in the eyes and
Tell you all about how I never want this night to end.
And ask you to be my forever friend.
I'd kiss you on the lips, and
Hold the hips
Of the one I've never seen and
Always missed.
It all seems a million miles away, but I anxiously await all of this. 07/09/2007 Author's Note: For Chris Romano. Thank you, for making all the wrong things right. And restoring my faith in the male population. (Cause if it wasn't for you, I'd have written them off eons ago.)
Posted on 07/09/2007
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/10/07 at 01:36 AM Very personal and romantic. Sweet dreams! Best wishes! |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 07/11/07 at 04:26 AM You have mingled with what seems to be someone so suited for you that you'd be able to see the color of his eyes clearly ... even on a dark night. Beautiful piece of poetry. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/11/07 at 07:49 PM Somehow I knew this poem is for Chris. Beautifully written Elizabeth. Containing love and friendship, it's helpful to both of you (whether you know it or not). ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 01/31/08 at 06:22 PM "of the one i've never seen, but always missed" DEFINITELY the best line in this poem. i would say there is a place in poetry for these "rhyming cliches" and it comes often, in romantic poems. theres is much here that is not oversaid and for that, its a great poem. my suggestion? take out "talk about pine"-- it distracts the reader because we dont really need to know, or want to know that part. instead we wonder why the hell you're talking about pine. the best advice ive ever gotten as a poet? take any poem youve ever written, then eliminate every other line. are you still getting your point across? if so, your poem has succeeded in being meaningful. show don't tell, less is more. trust me, this is the sort of advice that berates through me every time i write something new. i think this here poem sure has the right stuff. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/20/11 at 02:02 AM What can I say that hasn't been said? This is a sweet surprise, a hopeful and romantic piece of work. Lovely. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 11/21/11 at 05:19 PM I have one of these...dang special, ain't it? For that delicious man whose "voice gets me tan" and yours...thank you for expressing this so well...lk |
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