i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like
fall in california
even though i'm in new hampshire
and the leaves are curling.
the lights in sephora were sickly bright
like the lights
anywhere else, and the lip balm
was like lip balm
anywhere else. i will put it on every night
before bed
and pretend to be romanticizing the season.
Posted in response to the challenge Pumpkin.
Your hair danced in the wind
yesterday, and the trees
turned your eyes green.
You took
a photo of me, my skin
flushed from the fire, my
eyes closed on accident
and I took one
her magenta marker
the silent clock
my desk, now darker
with dust like chalk.
his name in my phone
my swimming mind
his teeth were like moonstone,
mouth open that night.
today's air tastes like berries
and overused metaphors. the shadows run
across golden ground, and i look
at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days.
a boundary, a gate
Comments
ik this didn't follow the prompt of the challenge, but i thought it was kinda relevant lol :D
no its really good!! lowkey i think the challenges are just jumping-off points haha
This is such a timely depiction of materialist culture and how it changes our views on the holidays and changing seasons! I love how this poem is blatant about pretending to romanticize something, something we usually don't admit to ourselves :)
Thank you, I'm glad it worked!
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