The Perfect Life by Danya Elmalik (i read a book .TXT) š
- Author: Danya Elmalik
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Iād done some poetry prior to this experiment though I wasnāt 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 Hardyās poetry, the main structures, style and aspects of which had inspired me. I donāt mean to say my poetry is as good but I would like it to be remotely as interesting. āThe Perfect Lifeā just seemed like the perfect title for my first three-part poem in almost a year and Iām 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 hadnāt any experience whatsoever with romance and I began to write it out as a trial with heavily poor amendments. In a nutshell, I didnāt really feel the need to put an effort into something I was only doing for myself which I didnāt feel was good enough anyways. I had started the first part of āA Perfect Lifeā 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 didnāt really want an extensive audience. She sort of encouraged me to publish it which Iām 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 havenāt yet developed a complex structure so itās 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 youād like to say, I want to know how my audience reacts to my new poetry. Thanks, in advance, for reading, though I donāt mind if you donāt.
Part One: Crack-a-dawn
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 weād 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
Part Two: Midday
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 couldnāt bear
For though our hearts could not resist
Our traits would never dare
And yet we found āusā meant to be
Throughout the break of blizzard
How, how could we not have seen
The momentās boisterous slither
Here lie a fableās molten dreams
The burns never to scar
And here the fractured ruins lean
Forever without heart
Part Three: Midnight
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 passionās best
A silent flame though not allotted
Would die out nonetheless
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