Trick Candle
Painting perfect
picture of my birthday
Your arms wrapped
tight around me
Cliffside lighthouse,
Cobalt blue waves,
Starfish-strewn sands,
and clouds kayaking
Across a placid sky.
In the liquid glass light
I look happy, so do you.
There with the world
laid out behind us
everything seemed
so right, so new.
But you turned out to be
a trick birthday candle
that still won't go out,
a wish that refused to come true.
pretty.
ReplyDeleteThis is a fun poem. Like the usage of a unique verb in "clouds kayaking". Also like the descriptions "liquid glass light", "star-fish covered.." The end gives this poem character.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome to critique mine at http://zevoice.blogspot.com/2010/04/string-of-pearls.html