Quarter Past WONDERful
As I sit on my windowsill
I think of the day,
You turned off the alarm
Unaware of the time
The sun against your skin
The sky,
Bluer
Bluer then we knew
We were a young delight,
Asking ourselves of what have we done anyway?
The guitar chimed its way into our hearts,
As we run across the green lawn,
Telling me, oh you,
How the sky was so blue.
You see that?
It’s a cloud,
A cloud, light bright,
Puffy, cotton candy thing.
It smiled at us, so we thought, as we ran across,
Across the smiles,
Across the laughter
Of the witty comments…
The grass tickled our feet.
And we knew,
Some day,
It would come to pass,
Yet we were oblivious
It was,
For all we knew
Of the blue
Quarter Past wonderful.
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I was inspired by a bit of a song called "Quarter Past Wonderful", by Oren Lavie that I was listening to. Actually, I have yet to hear the whole song, for all I have heard is a 30 second preview on iTunes, but nonetheless, it was enough to bring me a mood that you may detect in the poem. I actually really liked how it came out. Bigger than usual. :D
Btw, I want to say that I am still keeping my word. I still cannot post any stories until sometime in June, but I may just post some poetry if I find myself inspired like today. Though I doubt it, since school starts on Monday again. :(
I can't help but think the first stanza/paragraph turned out the best and the rest is so-so..
1 comment:
Honestly, I really love the whole thing!
It has this wonderful mood of laughter and fun, and youth...and letting things be. No worries. No danger. It's free, and has this floaty, dreamy feeling to it.
Quite a relaxer to read, actually. It made me be less worried about all the things I "have to do" and etc. All the pressures I put on myself wash away when I read this poem.
I'm not sure which stanza is my fave. I really love the idea in stanza one about being unaware of time. The poem does come together. I imagine two people running across the grass, having a nice free and fun life, watching the clouds and unaware of time passing. The threat is in stanza four, with the "someday it would come to pass," but what "it" IS is up to interpretation.
You are a very powerful poem writer! This reminds me of stuff I had to read in English class, that I had to analyze. This is way better than the poems I write. Fantastic job!
You have a cloud fixation, I think. I've seen you write the cloud = cotton candy comparison before. It's nice.
I like the presence of the guitar in the poem too, something more tangible and easy to understand, less abstract thought because it's an object.
I think the last bit, Quarter Past Wonderful, is unnecessary. I mean, I know it's the song that inspired you, but I"m not sure what it means in the context of this poem, especially since in the beginning you talk about "unware of the time." But wonderfulness certainly applies to this poem. It has a very floaty, buoyant, warm feeling! Very comforting!
<3<3<3 Hope you have more time to be inspired and write more such loveliness.
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