Autumn Rain

I wanted to try poetry again. It’s never been something that’s come easy to me since I’m better with flowery words in longer prose, and I usually fail for words when it comes to painting something more abstract for a proper poem, or at least, something that resembles one.I found a TED Talk about poetry tonight, and I followed its guidance for an idea. This is what I came up with, in memory of one of my best friends who lost her life too soon when we were teenagers. She was an amazing artist, and I wanted to include that.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedEtching people of fantasy across paper,a childlike innocence rapt with brilliance—you were a creator of life.Your presence brought sunshine into my bleak home;my upstairs of cobwebs and stale, stagnant air.You made me a creator of life, too.I loved you like a lily loves the sun;a flower sprung to life as something beautiful.And now I love you like Autumn rain.Nostalgia and fragments of you haunt me.The pages I salvaged from your book of portraits,they are your eternity.As a creator of life,your memory rests in faded graphite,and I cherish the soul you left in your art.I've wilted without your sun,and the smell of pencils have turned to must.Your face is etched into my lucid dreams.—for Sandra