They Might Have Been Hazel

She spoke to me without a voice

and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul

laughing all the way to the screaming end

across a battlefield left in ruin by her passing

This hallowed land, made sacred by her memory

where corrupted souls pass the time away—

waiting legions desperate for judgement day

trying to remember the sky as it once ruled over them

Here I am among their number

or maybe I’m commander of the dead forces

Maybe they look to me for guidance I cannot give

as I stare away into melting time

too busy trying to remember the color of her eyes

in that moment when she called the world to her side

and commanded it in all her glory

to crumble and fall away to dust

When did you realize that writing was what you truly wanted to do? (If it is what you want to do.)

Photo by Giovanni Calia from Pexels

24 responses to “They Might Have Been Hazel”

  1. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. It’s tough to make a decision when you have multiple talents. So I do both writing and music, sort of waiting to see which pursuit bears fruit first. I hope my ship comes in someday soon. Maybe I need to be more aggressive with my writing option. Do more than just blogging.

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  2. When I was in Junior High (which is grades 7,8 & 9 before you move to High School here), I spent all my time in the school library, every spare moment and plus after school until they kicked me out. I loved books, and writing and dreamed that I would one day be famous author. I loved writing short stories and I did my own illustrations. I loved that I could make my own world and decide what happened. I was in love with the world I created and over the course of about 5 years I realized that this was how I had created a world that I didn’t have to just survive in, but I could thrive. Writing still does this for me but with such a busy life I have it on hold 🙂

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  3. Okay, I’m just gonna say this, and crawl back to my humble little blog…if you don’t win a Pulitzer for poetry, and aren’t named Poet Laureate (both of which I dreamed as a teen), there’s something seriously wrong in the arts world… I salute you, again, as always.

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