funeral play and Autumn © Katie Niemi 1999
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it's raining yellow and red death, and the children are all out playing amongst the deceased. the young revel in it, each lifeless body crushed underfoot. only I can see the elderly leaves clutching tight to their beds up above, |
each praying
they won't be the next to go.
only I see the morbidity in such a beautiful day.
Dulling grays and charcoals and blacks
pierced with thin shafts of light...
and where do I have to run that doesn't
break down into those four lulling elements?
murmurs mesh together
with all the faces,
and I find a sort of peace that goes
hand in hand
with being melancholy.
I just want to roll around in grass,
climb trees, eat daisies.
Go back to the innocence that precedes
sadness.
The innocence where I have
vibrancy, and light....
Now I'm just stuck in this dull void
Where nothing appears new, and day
fades into night in unreal, unnatural
waves of sadness.....
Oh to be young.
HONESTY by Katie Niemi 2004 ©
it's amazing how we can
fool
ourselves with poetry, like
those few phrases were
penned gently enough to keep
the emotions behind them
alive and mutual.
to put it in writing like
the paper was stone, such
courage from a girl who
can't speak her mind,
only write it.
to word so carefully the
intentions of forever
to find her forever just
an ordinary phase of
young age.
such a brave pen, to
letter love like it was
something solid, as if
writing about him
was enough
to make him stay.