The sky looked like an elementary school drawing
The colors that you only see when kids mix every crayon in their box together.
And everything was out of the lines.
The air was filled with your perfume.
And while we were flying
My eyes were still crying
While yours held the iridescence of the moon.
I watched as my shoes hit the ground
Followed by water splashing up on your gown
We stood in that rain
Avoiding the pain
My destiny to watch you drown
Today I woke up and the grass wasn’t green.
The words you once spoke, I forgot what they mean.
How did I forget? They meant so damn much.
Then something happened, I remembered from before.
The sunlight crept through my open window
Blanketing me from the winds cold blow
Reminding me of what I was longing for…
Your Gentle Touch
THis poem, to me, makes me think of someone looking back on his childhood. THe first two stanza's read like two different moments in his past where he can remember really being thankful for his mothers presence.
My destiny to watch you drown: THen she dies later on in his life
The rest of the poem is like looknig back trying desperatly to hold on to fond memories. And just cherishing these memories.
Gentle Touch being in caps is like you've personified that sunlight to be her perhaps indicating that she is still watching over from some spritual relm.
This may not at all be where you were comming from but the beautiful thing about poetry is how different people can interpret it different ways. Your style is very freash and on point to me and i look forward to reading more of your stuff.