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?

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