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I’ll build you a heaven
A field with more flowers
Than lie on a
A thousand blooms basking
In afternoon sun
The h a z e s
i
f
t
i
n
g
t h r o u g h
a s i f t h r o u g h s o f t p l u m e s.
The petals will flutter as t e n d e r a n d t h i n
As old human skin,
Dew drops
t e e t e r i n g o n t h e r i m
Like teeth on gum,
Clinging,
Wobbling
,
Falling down with a thrum.
The plum trees coated with flan will
fan
Every
gnarled
hand,
The sweet scent overfl-
-ow-
-ing
Like seething tea from a kettle.
I’ll build you a harbour to settle
Your p o l y s t y r e n e bones
A bench and an arbour – your personal throne
complete with a
cat d r o w s z z z z i n g
on top of your t r o u s z z z z e r s
Her mousy fur in your palm,
Will m u r m u r and l u l l
and the melody of her purr will
t i p t o e
fickle and s l u r r e d
Like the hum of your pulse.
I will grow in your E d e n
A grapevine of sin
s
l
i
m
s
p
i limb
n delicate
e and
Sag-
-ging and
fee-
-ble:
clusters
and
clusters
and
clusters
of chocolate truffles.
c a r a m e l t h r e a d
w i l l
s p r e a d
l i k e
s p i d e r
Ov- w e b
-er-
-he ad.
Eclairs will h
a
n
g from a b r a n c h
o o o o z i n g
out
custard
As an ulcer leaks lymph you can’t stanch.
And down by your slippers
Dolls, eyes, and pink hair clips
A small girl will complete
All that you need
For your personal heaven.
A field with more flowers
Than lie on a
casket
A thousand blooms basking
In afternoon sun
The h a z e s
i
f
t
i
n
g
t h r o u g h
a s i f t h r o u g h s o f t p l u m e s.
The petals will flutter as t e n d e r a n d t h i n
As old human skin,
Dew drops
t e e t e r i n g o n t h e r i m
Like teeth on gum,
Clinging,
Wobbling
,
Falling down with a thrum.
The plum trees coated with flan will
fan
Every
gnarled
hand,
The sweet scent overfl-
-ow-
-ing
Like seething tea from a kettle.
I’ll build you a harbour to settle
Your p o l y s t y r e n e bones
A bench and an arbour – your personal throne
complete with a
cat d r o w s z z z z i n g
on top of your t r o u s z z z z e r s
Her mousy fur in your palm,
Will m u r m u r and l u l l
and the melody of her purr will
t i p t o e
fickle and s l u r r e d
Like the hum of your pulse.
I will grow in your E d e n
A grapevine of sin
s
l
i
m
s
p
i limb
n delicate
e and
Sag-
-ging and
fee-
-ble:
clusters
and
clusters
and
clusters
of chocolate truffles.
c a r a m e l t h r e a d
w i l l
s p r e a d
l i k e
s p i d e r
Ov- w e b
-er-
-he ad.
Eclairs will h
a
n
g from a b r a n c h
o o o o z i n g
out
custard
As an ulcer leaks lymph you can’t stanch.
And down by your slippers
Dolls, eyes, and pink hair clips
A small girl will complete
All that you need
For your personal heaven.
Literature
Easy
These days
my prince in shining armor
is a manic-pixie-dream-girl
who shows up on my doorstep
reeking of patchouli
and old leather
and maybe something dank
she has a free seat in her van
and stardust in her hands
coffee on her lips
and I am
smitten
with the curves of liberation
chasing willow breezes
under the swirl
of the night sky
weightless
.
she leaves me
after a month
for blackberry brambles
and psychedelic punch
and someone
who still dreams
but
I keep the van
live off of ground cherries
and chestnuts
on the banks
of the loneliest river
I can find
I watch the currents
carry away tomorrow
and finally drink my fill
of peace
Literature
immersed
enthralled in fantasy
made of words and paper
flowers unnoticed
Literature
give them time to miss you?
but what if they live
deep in my every fiber
every tissue
what if I know
no other way to love
than with my
whole heart
what if I never have
and am not about
to start
to turn affection
to withholding
like some sort of game
what if it's like
learning
some new magic
word
every time
she says my name
and why on earth
would I not want
to brighten
or to lift
the day of the same human
whose presence in my
life is such a gift
if distance does not
dampen
the flames
when we're apart
why should I
not try
to warm her bones
with the fire
in my heart
and if I can shape
her smile
from here
with words
why should
skin
be the only
way
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This is a dedication to my grandfather who is one of the most awesome people I know. He's a vet and his long practice with cow shit, horse shit, sheep shit and pregnant cats has not put a blemish on his love for animals.
He's also a keen gardener and in the summer our garden blooms with so many colors and so many smells! Last year after some mischief on her part my dad took our cat away in a bag and made some town market her new home - my grandpa cried and got a hypertension attack. The next day my dad brought the cat back. Also last year our neighbour chopped our apple tree off because "it was less than 3m away from her fence". My grandpa wept like a baby.
He also suffers from diabetes and had a huge ulcer on one of his shins for a whole year. He doesn't cry on birthdays but that wistful look he casts towards the cake is heart-breaking.
So these are the themes from the poem explained. And the small girl is of course me - in the shape and form in which he will always see me.
Edit: My grandpa passed away two years after I wrote this poem without ever seeing it. It's one of the biggest regrets of my life that I didn't get to express to him how much I love and admire him. He was and will always be the nicest person I've ever known. He died on a snowy January morning from a massive heart attack while I was at work in the capital, some 300km away. On the 40th day after his death (the day when it's said spirits leave our world) was my university graduation. I'm not very religious but I want to believe that he was still here to witness it. He took great pride in all of my academic achievements and always bragged about them to any guest we had at home. Of course, everyone in my family is proud of those but he also supported my art. He was deeply religious and had me draw him his favourite icon that he had christened and would later show off to people as well.
Let me know if it's readable and if it flows well to you; if it evoked any emotion and if any parts sound cliche. Mind you, I did intend some contrast and some naive sweetness in it.
Did I go overboard with typography here? Absolutely not! If it wasn't for the late hour and dA giving me trouble with formatting, I'd make it even fancier!
Just kidding!
He's also a keen gardener and in the summer our garden blooms with so many colors and so many smells! Last year after some mischief on her part my dad took our cat away in a bag and made some town market her new home - my grandpa cried and got a hypertension attack. The next day my dad brought the cat back. Also last year our neighbour chopped our apple tree off because "it was less than 3m away from her fence". My grandpa wept like a baby.
He also suffers from diabetes and had a huge ulcer on one of his shins for a whole year. He doesn't cry on birthdays but that wistful look he casts towards the cake is heart-breaking.
So these are the themes from the poem explained. And the small girl is of course me - in the shape and form in which he will always see me.
Edit: My grandpa passed away two years after I wrote this poem without ever seeing it. It's one of the biggest regrets of my life that I didn't get to express to him how much I love and admire him. He was and will always be the nicest person I've ever known. He died on a snowy January morning from a massive heart attack while I was at work in the capital, some 300km away. On the 40th day after his death (the day when it's said spirits leave our world) was my university graduation. I'm not very religious but I want to believe that he was still here to witness it. He took great pride in all of my academic achievements and always bragged about them to any guest we had at home. Of course, everyone in my family is proud of those but he also supported my art. He was deeply religious and had me draw him his favourite icon that he had christened and would later show off to people as well.
Let me know if it's readable and if it flows well to you; if it evoked any emotion and if any parts sound cliche. Mind you, I did intend some contrast and some naive sweetness in it.
Did I go overboard with typography here? Absolutely not! If it wasn't for the late hour and dA giving me trouble with formatting, I'd make it even fancier!
Just kidding!
© 2014 - 2024 DanielaIvanova
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This. is just so amazing. Honestly, I've not seen anything like it. The sentiments expressed,...difficult stuff to put to verse; yet you did so with such seeming ease.
I am Sure your Grandfather knew/knows of your love for him. I know it would be better for you had you had the chance to tell him when he was still here on earth... But believe it, he knows. And returned that love a hundred times over, I dare say.
You did Not go overboard with the typography at all! ! But I have to wonder how difficult it is to do? I imagine it is? (how long did it take you to type it out that way? )
Really wonderful stuff here, and a treasure of a dedication for your Grandfather; and keepsake to his memory, Dani. !!
I am Sure your Grandfather knew/knows of your love for him. I know it would be better for you had you had the chance to tell him when he was still here on earth... But believe it, he knows. And returned that love a hundred times over, I dare say.
You did Not go overboard with the typography at all! ! But I have to wonder how difficult it is to do? I imagine it is? (how long did it take you to type it out that way? )
Really wonderful stuff here, and a treasure of a dedication for your Grandfather; and keepsake to his memory, Dani. !!