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The summer is high

A poem

By Jose ArriagaPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Photo taken by me

Took another drag and said ‘what’s new?’

Blue hangs right above me and red is my swelling heart

The painted clouds open their mouths as I point them out

You, that one looks like an awful lot like you

A work insurmountable to perceive in one gaze

let alone appreciate, alone I do it a lot

soft and delicate

light and flowing

Caring cushioning

She always is right above me

Lay my head down below

She’s always right about me

I feel bad that you’re enamored with my odd manners

My senseless wisdom, my missing antenna

I can’t tune in to the rest of the world

I’ve lost my head, breath, and mind

I found my heart beating in my chest again

And you do it again and again

When will you come home?

When can I see you?

I’m turning small, the world is so big again

I was racing fast and my mind sped through time

Then my mind split, splinters in my heart hit heavy

The loaded stories I’ve got to tell you

I’m making strangers everywhere I go

But your name is a sheltered home, your body a temple made of gold

I guess I’m scared of getting old

love poems
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About the Creator

Jose Arriaga

Poet and filmmaker. I love to craft stories that capture the beauty and absurdity of every day life.

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