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Red House, Blue Planet
by Aaron BlairMy memories were born
in a red house next to a swift river,
beside a mountain rising up from the floor
of a small blue planet cowering
below all the stars that ever existed,
and all the clouds that ever aspired to
the highs of being a shroud thick enough
to blot out all the heavens,
to force little girls to stop looking skyward
and notice the earth beneath their feet. 03/21/2016 Posted on 03/21/2016
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/21/16 at 06:31 PM I really like the descriptiveness of this piece in addition to the overall message here, Aaron. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/22/16 at 07:08 PM Really a smart technique of connecting different elements. Thanks for that unique ending. |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 03/23/16 at 07:52 AM Love this. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/16 at 03:10 AM Very nice lady! Short but to the point. I'm sure glad this "little girl" has grown into this real poet!! |
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