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Smudged

August 29, 2014
By sharpquill DIAMOND, Brookfield, Wisconsin
sharpquill DIAMOND, Brookfield, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends." - Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone


I would steal your line and say that I washed my hands of you like Crayola-colored half-truths and that would be honest but

The fact also remains that your name is written in very permanent Sharpie on the inside covers of the books I'm reading nowadays.

And that's okay, you said I could keep them awhile,

But neither of us handles the summer heat well.

It drives me to steal your lines, to say untrue things and then try to make them real.

It drives you into the cool dark,

Protective,  defensive,

Nothing to see here, no,

No soul a-fire in firm unbelief.

I was clumsy with you in the fall; I color outside the lines now

Hoping this might work because that's where I found you

And every stroke I draw and every word I write I retrace in black pen that bleeds through the paper

And maybe you're there on the other side

But probably not.

I was probably just another waxy smudge of crayon for you, blended in by now with all the others into a lovely picture of a sunrise or maybe Lake Michigan when it turns that blue you like so much and

I'm in there, barely discernable.

And you are here, in very permanent Sharpie on the inside covers of my body and in the pauses between songs on the radio.

Especially on hot days,

The marker bleeds…



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Beila BRONZE said...
on Apr. 17 2015 at 3:27 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Wow. This is just divine! The imagery, the metaphors, the intensity in the colors that tell so much more than a Crayon kind of story. The poem is flawless. My favorite line has to be "And you are here, in very permanent Sharpie on the inside covers of my body and in the pauses between songs on the radio," but that very last line... Wow.