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The Storm
It smells like spring before a storm
your step mom calling you home
We watch the rain from the porch
We pretend we're famous skateboarders
even though I couldn't skate for my life
I can skate now
but not too well
and the storm is still coming for me
your step mom calling you home
We watch the rain from the porch
We pretend we're famous skateboarders
even though I couldn't skate for my life
I can skate now
but not too well
and the storm is still coming for me
Published 18th Dec 2016
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19th Dec 2016 9:23am
Sounds to me like a reflection of childhood and then the current present.
It brings me memories of childhood play and summer days where children were out playing and mothers wheeling them in after hours of play or right before a storm (as in your poem).
Now, we are older...wiser...more knowledgable, but the storms in life are still inevitable.
I don't know if this is where you were taking your poem, but it is my personal interpretation from the outside looking in. (Apologies for any misinterpretations).
In very few short lines, you managed to say a lot! Words of wisdom are often few...Great job!!
It brings me memories of childhood play and summer days where children were out playing and mothers wheeling them in after hours of play or right before a storm (as in your poem).
Now, we are older...wiser...more knowledgable, but the storms in life are still inevitable.
I don't know if this is where you were taking your poem, but it is my personal interpretation from the outside looking in. (Apologies for any misinterpretations).
In very few short lines, you managed to say a lot! Words of wisdom are often few...Great job!!
20th Dec 2016 2:43am
aw thank you for appreciating my work @Cyndi_Moone You're interpretation is exactly what it means. I often have many sudden memories and sometimes I can't help but write poetry about how different things are haha
