Poem Imitation 1

Ellen Hopkins

You are like rain, forecasted

to quench a summer's thirsting,

thirst grown beyond easy need, to life or death.

I watch the clouds,

approaching windward mountains, slate

bruising black beneath expectation.

The western window

darkens as, laden, the curtain falls,

descends to veil peaks and rifts, draws nearer.

Is it thunder that I hear?

Or is the sudden rumble but the flurry

of hurried birds, on wing against unceasing drought?

One warm, wet spatter
stings the dust, stamps its ragged mark,

imprints a welt of hope upon the arid parchment.

Promise sizzles in the air,
wrapped in threats of ozone, electric

with desire so bold it borders ecstasy.

Claim this vacant sky.
Cast your shadow, speak to me in thunder,
throb against thirsting skin and flesh gone fallow.

Oh, give me rain!
Gift me with downpour, fill this empty well,

the reservoir drained to grit by lingering dry spell.

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Devon Lawrence

You are like a dandelion seed, blowing
away from it's home, getting lost
within the sky, and the woods.

I watch the trees,
swaying back and forth, jade

hiding the layers behind the facade.

The glowing light
darkens as, nearly charged, the bulb dies,

becomes an empty, shadowy room.

Is that disappointment I hear?
Or is the sudden silence but the distance
unfolding into a manifest of lost time.

One cold, vague laugh

salts the wounds, digging deep,

additional growth for the ever occurring scars.

Bonds sizzle in the air,

taking lost memories

with a thirst so dry it can't be satisfied.

Claim this deserted soil.

Remains of what used to be, what could have been

poke their way out of this empty body.

Oh, give me nourishment!
Award me with donations

My body drained to the core.