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chutzpa
by Jared Fladelanddance with me
and we will form a path to a garden
where purple lightning bugs form rose petals
glowing around our face like floating candles
and the hanging willows open for us to find a mellow spot
leaning against its strong trunk
and we can see the stars sparkle through branches,
see the man in the moon laughing at us like an old knowing grandfather
and the clouds quickly pass so we can watch satellites fly across the sky.
do not look at me
with that incredulous face
because if you come with me
we will walk atop lakes,
frozen just for us so we can walk to an island
where no one else resides
just so we can hum into each other's ears
and think beautiful thoughts.
please say something,
do not leave me wondering if i made a mistake
coming here after all.
06/24/2008 Author's Note: I don't know why i just revisted the age old condition of high school dances, but it came to me out of no where
Posted on 06/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/04/08 at 07:57 PM Great satirical look at a high school event. |
| Posted by S. Pelham Flood on 09/30/08 at 02:26 AM Even though I found the first stanza to be quite cheesy...it is still pleasing to read and perhaps thats where the chutzpa comes in...bordering cliche, yet still intriguing...chutzpa! |
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