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a journey until the very end
by Ava Blugathering speed,
she will come forth with a bag full of
pixie sticks and lollipops
trying to steer you away
she will call out your given name
and whisper her love in your ear
her hair will be grey
and heavy
like a cold rain during November
her nails will be purple
and bruised
just like he left her
gathering light,
she will move away with a notch on her belt
like a man overcoming his needs
she will not move too fast
so as not to awaken the bear within you
but she will take the parts she has gathered
and live in the woods
worshiping her collection of
misguided eyes
and she will leave a trail
that cannot be followed. 03/27/2009 Author's Note: the things i write when i cannot sleep are strange yet comforting to me, and often make no sense....
Posted on 03/27/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/27/09 at 11:28 AM I think some of the best work is written under sleepless circumstances. It seems like a writer is always less likely to try and sort the imagery out, if that makes sense. This is definitely one of your stranger pieces, but I still love the images, the tone and the language. The last two stanzas, in particular. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/27/09 at 04:54 PM it must have been something in the universe last night. great job. |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 04/01/09 at 03:05 AM Awesomeness personified! |
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