Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Best Friend by Ivy Jones


Best Friend

The most perfect day just happened to me.
There was a bench, sun, smell of spring, and he.
They could hear the beach roar of waves crashing down
On top of one another for hours.
There was a light breeze to help cool them down.
The sand in her toes felt exceptional
And his hand in hers completed the day.

The most perfect day just happened to me.
There were balloons, ribbons, and streamers there
For the big surprise on her special day.
I helped organize her secret party.
She deserved everything to be perfect
And seeing the smile on her face showed
That she was happy on her special day.

The most perfect day just happened to me.
Church bells chimed, rang, and rung to celebrate
The event of the season. The colors
Were pearl, peach, and lavender shimmering
From each corner of the church hall and off
The dress, more beautiful to see on her
Than just looking at the photo before.
Her groom was so happy and so was she
They were marrying each other for life.

The most perfect day just happened to me.
There was screaming and yelling from the room
I never thought they would make it back out.
Hours later they called us into the
Room, after waiting all night it was done
She was tired and sweating from pushing.
Now a little pink blanket draws all eyes.
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Poem of the day: The Most Perfect Hill by Lisa Jarnot

On this most perfect hill
with these most perfect dogs
are these most perfect people
and this most perfect fog

In this most perfect fog
that is the middle of the sea
inside the perfect middle of
the things inside that swing

In this most perfect rhyme
that takes up what it sees,
with perfect shelter from the
rain as perfect as can be,

In this most perfect day
at the apex of the sun
runs this most perfect
frog song that is roiling
from the mud

In these most perfect habits
of the waving of the trees,
through this imperfect language
rides a perfect brilliancy.

3 comments:

  1. Ivy,

    I think this last line, "Now a little pink blanket draws all eyes," is superb. The way gives the poem a final image, the pink and the eyes, brings the whole spirit of birth and celebration together.

    Awesome. Poetry rules!

    DB

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  2. "She was tired and sweating from pushing.
    Now a little pink blanket draws all eyes." Until this part I thought it was still about the wedding but when I looked back and I realized that it was about birth and I liked the subtle approach

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