POEM STARTER
Submitted by Maranda Quinn
The Burden of Memory
Write a poem that could have this as its title.
sunshine gold was her soul
sunshine gold was her soul
and midnight black was her hair
silver stars ran her blood through
ocean veins
thousands of forests grew her spring eyes
from the ground up,
roots long dark and still winding away
coral reef lips and strawberry stained cheeks,
her words felt like summertime
palms that dipped and divet,
grand canyons inscribing their way onto
her body,
spilled ink pot pen marks swirling up her arms
big red heart painted in big bold drawings
on her sleeve,
so easy to break,
she was such a gentle girl, i wanted to tuck
her beating heart away from this world,
protect and defend and heal
clear skies were our hands intertwined,
sun showers was our bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces
cookies cooking in a broken oven
building sandcastles out of shards of glass
cold showers in the wintertime
is us now, uncomfortable,
unnatural
for i long to see the sunshine gold that is your soul
and touch the canyons in your palms
and kiss the stars in your tree root ocean wave veins,
press my thumb to the line of fire
and tell you that you’re okay
sunshine gold is the soul i never got to see
is the past any different from a future we never got to have?
both slipping through our fingers, trying to catch moon dust in our hands
goodbye or see you later or i never knew you in the first place
is your soul even sunshine gold at all?