Bonnie Blue
by
Jacob Stiles
(Age: 25)
copyright 12-03-2007
Age Rating: 13 to 127
She began as shallow whispers in October
When leaden hearts, unswayed by sodden autumn winds,
Spawned clenched hands and furrowed brows,
Dewy side-ward glances and pursed lips
As blood and breath flowed through her,
Hands began to yearn, while softened brows
Framed glances turned inward
And lips turned upward
Into plaintive, pensive smiles-
worried, wanting, and waiting
She blazed forth as a sunburst in June,
And all in her presence took heed
Mother's milk turned fear into wonder
She was here, she was ours, she was love
The summer's swelter could not quell
Her blooming, beaming spirit
The kind that made men move mountains
And women sing starry hymns
One tender blossom, sweet and strong,
Saved souls and raised the heavy hearts
Then, like ink stained on gray canvas,
The blackbird set to flight
That cold January night
With not a moment's notice
A gasp, a choke, and she was gone
She was gone
Our wretched cries, our desperate pleas
That rattled earth and shook the skies,
Were helpless to amend her cruel fate
And under winter's white blanket,
A tiny oaken box was entombed
Amidst wails of kin and darkest dirge
Her sweet swan song
Haunts me still
The fairest of all
Our Bonnie Blue is gone
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A poet, the words blend and move across the page, mind caught in sounds echo, a message, a wold combination of thought and purpose, talent screaming, all that and strong emotion to move a mind set forward.. Walt
*slides glasses up nose* Hmm. Not only am I the first female to comment on this, I also seem to be the first minor! XD
Interesting piece! I read it over a second time before getting the full feeling of it, since I was a little confused at first. It's a very good piece with good descriptions and ideas, along with a slightly shadowed meaning. For old veteran commenters like me (weee, I love sounding like an old member...) it's a nice change in poetry.
Oh, and welcome to PnP! You'll notice there's a group called the Commenting Community, in which I am a member of, who strives to post meaningful comments.
...Hey, wait a second...you're in Iraq?! Seriously?! Damn...all that going on and still writing great poetry? O_O If I have writer's block from getting a bad grade my poetry is off...
Gawd, this is heavy. Excellent. Like Dale and Rich, I too felt the tears welling. I"ve never felt a loss like this, except vicariously, but I've known plenty of sadness, and from that aspect can truly identify. As has been said, "Long may you write!"
Wayne
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