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  1. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Reading, UK

    fighter25 - Weekly Poetry Contest (123) Winner

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Sep 4, 2010.

    *Unfortunately, this got rather neglected due to the consultation, so my apologies for that. But it's up now, and will have a longer than normal tenure with the crown, as I wrap the consultation up*

    Melting Aurora
    by fighter25

    When hearts tickled me pink, colors flooded my eyes
    and watched magenta guppies give birth
    on beds of mango tangoed in coral.

    When Mary Lou had that roly-poly race-
    first to the Double Bubble Gum won-
    my Bubba got first, but died later that night.
    He was exhausted. I kissed him goodbye.

    I used to see in color, when candy apples shone red
    and flies impregnated nude watermelon beds.
    Maggots danced till sunrise, wiggled up to the sky
    and couldn’t wait to take flight.

    Maybe when Daddy shot that elk, trout quit swimming upstream,
    and cicadas left no whatnots on the old sycamore tree.

    Then Momma packed her bags; forgot to say good bye.
    She took pink and yellow and left me with the rest.
    That night I found Little Dipper; Big Dipper nowhere in sight.
    Mamma’s voice went flat line and slammed the door one last time.

    My auroras no longer flew, but hid under melting glaciers.
    I tried to hold my paint, which was too much to bear
    for my tiny hands and ran right onto Daddy’s lap.

    grabbed me,
    shook me around,
    told me to be a man,
    pushed me in the chest,
    and shoved me to the ground.
    That's when I opened my eyes...

    I never saw Mary Lou again and never saw them maggots fly.
    Never found Mamma Dipper, just a rusty, cracked handle
    in the back of Daddy’s pickup.

    shoved me
    one more time,
    and knocked the
    blue right from my iris.
    What I saw was black and
    what wasn’t black was white.

    That’s the day I became a man
    and never looked back again.
  2. Lydia

    Lydia Contributing Member Contributor

    Jun 9, 2009
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    Somewhere out there.
    Congratulations!! :)
  3. jo spumoni

    jo spumoni Active Member

    Jun 23, 2010
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    La Jolla, CA (and Mission Viejo, CA, during the su
    That's a truly amazing poem. Congratulations.
  4. fighter25

    fighter25 Member

    Feb 22, 2010
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    Thank you guys! :)
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