POEM STARTER
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
Lost
There was a stretch of golden beach; her body was warm, fuzzy as a peach.
Beside the Great Lake, the summer ran slow - and if you’ve ever been there, you’ll know
those hours that seem as though they must be imbued with some kind of fairy dust.
The late afternoon wends into eve - and some of those days, one could almost believe
that the sun just stopped in the sky; hung just above the horizon for days - then by and by
night comes on. That was the time we had - I think of it often, though it leaves me sad.
We were young, then - love didn’t yet make sense. But in our budding adolescence
we grew closer then, than even cousins, or siblings. It seemed like we had dozens
of days in that sun. The skies of flame as the sun finally ducked and out the stars came.
A thousand games we played, a thousand times we talked and laughed, and always we stayed
out as late as we could until we were called for. But even the endless summer wore
itself out and came to its end. And we and our parents and families went home, and she
ended up I know not where. Another school, another town. Another friend to sit in the cool
evening with toes in the sand, looking up into space. That’s what I missed most going back to the place.
The beach was still gold, the days were still long. But the ghost of her memory made everything wrong.
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.