Cantus Rock
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I entered this poem into a local contest. I'd like to see what you all think of it. Keep in mind that this is the final copy that was submitted, so any specific edits can't be worked in.
Also, I ask that this thread remain on-topic, and that no one else post anything within that does not relate to this poem and thoughts there about. This piece is very important to me.
So, here it is:
California, Gone
By Matt O'Rourke
Driving West was the escape route she chose to take;
Her, and her mother.
Within her purse was a puzzle outlining our lives
She left her pieces with me, and kept mine with her.
The dyed follicles were no longer wet.
My hand glided over them in one smooth stroke,
As her head rest upon my chest for the last time
And her tears stained my body, as mine did hers.
The camera’s flash burned its final blaze
And the belongings were forced into a crowded trunk
“California or bust” she said.
And all the future’s days we lost became her distance from me.
I frequent the woods where we once spoke
Of life and love, futures and pasts
And where we once laid together,
A rose has grown, thorns and all.
In my mind I see her on the Santa Barbara coast
With freshly colored locks (as was her nature).
Together with a man, and a matching smile
And a memory of me, stored in a file marked “Gone.”
And as I sit on the coastlines of my mind
Wondering where California really is (or if it is real at all),
I will always scribble the writing:
“Love, Matthew. Be well in the state your in.”
----
-Matt
Also, I ask that this thread remain on-topic, and that no one else post anything within that does not relate to this poem and thoughts there about. This piece is very important to me.
So, here it is:
California, Gone
By Matt O'Rourke
Driving West was the escape route she chose to take;
Her, and her mother.
Within her purse was a puzzle outlining our lives
She left her pieces with me, and kept mine with her.
The dyed follicles were no longer wet.
My hand glided over them in one smooth stroke,
As her head rest upon my chest for the last time
And her tears stained my body, as mine did hers.
The camera’s flash burned its final blaze
And the belongings were forced into a crowded trunk
“California or bust” she said.
And all the future’s days we lost became her distance from me.
I frequent the woods where we once spoke
Of life and love, futures and pasts
And where we once laid together,
A rose has grown, thorns and all.
In my mind I see her on the Santa Barbara coast
With freshly colored locks (as was her nature).
Together with a man, and a matching smile
And a memory of me, stored in a file marked “Gone.”
And as I sit on the coastlines of my mind
Wondering where California really is (or if it is real at all),
I will always scribble the writing:
“Love, Matthew. Be well in the state your in.”
----
-Matt