Red brick
Short, asymmetrical buildings
Close windows, closer rooms
Looking up at reflective squares of black, polished light
Just eighteen, laughing in the dark
Smothered whispers, conspirators edging the moonlight
Red crackers, a quick light, exploding sparks shower the night
Looking for a startled face above,
Caught between escape and lingering delight
Waging a war of love
Now echoes of time caught in every breeze
Ghost of eighteen, could you see the future in those star-dark squares?
The years of battle, conspirators together, lighting the dark,
Lighting me?
Did you see me in you,
As I see you in me?
Author Bio:
In her early years, destiny tagged Miriam Sullivan as its own, as she ventured into the realms of the unknown, and tried her child's hand at poetry. Unfortunately, destiny used a dry erase marker, and it was a very busy household. No one, least of all herself, saw the genius in her childhood scribbles.
Moving up a few years, she exhibited a developing appreciation for poetry. This was at least partially due to an older sister, who read poetry from the top bunk at night. Miriam was entranced, and could be sometimes seen wandering with an old book of poetry and the light of dawning madness in her eye. She had no idea of ever seriously writing poetry, however, having the notion that one should never have to work at good poetry, but that it would just flow. Since nothing flowed, attempts were seldom made, or quickly abandoned.
As an adult Miriam was invited to submit a poem for publication, and submitted one of the few that had ever "flowed forth". To her surprise, the poem was accepted and complimented. Encouragement was given. Praise works wonders on a weak mind, and in less than no time a poetess was born.
Short, asymmetrical buildings
Close windows, closer rooms
Looking up at reflective squares of black, polished light
Just eighteen, laughing in the dark
Smothered whispers, conspirators edging the moonlight
Red crackers, a quick light, exploding sparks shower the night
Looking for a startled face above,
Caught between escape and lingering delight
Waging a war of love
Now echoes of time caught in every breeze
Ghost of eighteen, could you see the future in those star-dark squares?
The years of battle, conspirators together, lighting the dark,
Lighting me?
Did you see me in you,
As I see you in me?
Author Bio:
In her early years, destiny tagged Miriam Sullivan as its own, as she ventured into the realms of the unknown, and tried her child's hand at poetry. Unfortunately, destiny used a dry erase marker, and it was a very busy household. No one, least of all herself, saw the genius in her childhood scribbles.
Moving up a few years, she exhibited a developing appreciation for poetry. This was at least partially due to an older sister, who read poetry from the top bunk at night. Miriam was entranced, and could be sometimes seen wandering with an old book of poetry and the light of dawning madness in her eye. She had no idea of ever seriously writing poetry, however, having the notion that one should never have to work at good poetry, but that it would just flow. Since nothing flowed, attempts were seldom made, or quickly abandoned.
As an adult Miriam was invited to submit a poem for publication, and submitted one of the few that had ever "flowed forth". To her surprise, the poem was accepted and complimented. Encouragement was given. Praise works wonders on a weak mind, and in less than no time a poetess was born.
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