Summer is coming to its final pages, and
I'm stuck in this in-between place
where my brain is telling me to
keep walking along this straight line,
never looking back,
while my heart thinks I should
stay right here, in August,
and never face forward.
This middle zone has me wanting those
fat, heavy tears to fall
down the sides of my face –
the never-ending kind that makes
my cheeks hot & my mouth as dry as sand.
I wish I never came to the middle zone.
I'm stuck in this in-between place
where my brain is telling me to
keep walking along this straight line,
never looking back,
while my heart thinks I should
stay right here, in August,
and never face forward.
This middle zone has me wanting those
fat, heavy tears to fall
down the sides of my face –
the never-ending kind that makes
my cheeks hot & my mouth as dry as sand.
I wish I never came to the middle zone.
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nean_bean
Aug 24, 2019
Hey charvermont!
I really love the ideas that you can convey with so few words. Your piece is to the point and very easy to understand while also being complex enough to have second meanings. Besides this, I love the imagery that you create in your second stanza! It's easy for me to picture the scene you are writing about, and helps me understand your poem that much better! Nice job and great work!
Keep writing :) --nean_bean