The Perfect Life by Danya Elmalik (ebook reader 8 inch .txt) 📕

I’d done some poetry prior to this experiment though I wasn’t as fond of my skills especially with my struggle to rhyme. Of course, I gave up on it for a while before I started my tenth grade. We were studying some of Thomas Hardy’s poetry, the main structures, style and aspects of which had inspired me. I don’t mean to say my poetry is as good but I would like it to be remotely as interesting. “The Perfect Life” just seemed like the perfect title for my first three-part poem in almost a year and I’m hoping for some friendly argument and interpretation t and over it. Flow played an important part of the first couple of parts. Though its main plot is essentially romantic, I hadn’t any experience whatsoever with romance and I began to write it out as a trial with heavily poor amendments. In a nutshell, I didn’t really feel the need to put an effort into something I was only doing for myself which I didn’t feel was good enough anyways. I had started the first part of “A Perfect Life” during Chemistry class and my desk mate Olivia had noticed and asked me to let her have the first read. She was one of my good friends so I let her, though I didn’t really want an extensive audience. She sort of encouraged me to publish it which I’m grateful for because having an audience, whether hateful or kind, really means a lot to me. Most introductions probably give you some background information about a poem to help you understand it but I haven’t yet developed a complex structure so it’s pretty simple to interpret how you like. I hope you enjoy reading the poem, please give it a heart if you do and comment if you have any questions or anything you’d like to say, I want to know how my audience reacts to my new poetry. Thanks, in advance, for reading, though I don’t mind if you don’t.

We met upon a velvet spot

Devoid of muck and mar

We fed our souls our star-crossed hearts

We love, therefore we are

How we never fail to part

My mind begins to wonder

If anything came close to ours

Degrading storm and thunder

This love would flourish evermore

And never cease to die

So help me if I start to bore

My thoughts would never quite

Then our plans would come to be

Our early bodies tethered

My eyes were never meant to see

That we’d grow old together

For when the tales that love foretold

Would fall into a blight

Our hearts, our lungs, our very souls

Had made our wits lose sight

I count the moments passing

My sense a homely frost

Never anticipating

My life was sworn to loss

Together we were joined

Our webs would then expire

To never roam quite free again

Our souls begin to tire

No longer was it endless bliss

Or joy we couldn’t bear

For though our hearts could not resist

Our traits would never dare

And yet we found ‘us’ meant to be

Throughout the break of blizzard

How, how could we not have seen

The moment’s boisterous slither

Here lie a fable’s molten dreams

The burns never to scar

And here the fractured ruins lean

Forever without heart

The sole-crushed seed begins to fade

And in its place grows a rose

Its countenance would never age

Vanity unopposed

Through roots and stem and gorgeous petals

Its grace would such astound

With every piece forever settled

Not once making a sound

Affectionate displays of art

The strokes would not wander

So exquisitely joined at heart

Never to tear asunder

This specimen would by no means wither

Just body meant to die

Its beauty, though, quakes a simple quiver

Assuring not to cry

For tears of joy existed but

In tides of passion’s best

A silent flame though not allotted

Would die out nonetheless

Publication Date: 10-10-2014

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