While reading this poem, I was immediately reminded of some lines from Rilke's "You who never arrived":
"And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image."
^ It's the same concept, same melancholy, although I can imagine you writing this poem with a sad smile on your face, of reminiscence. While Rilke must have probably been utterly down and bitter. I think I enjoy your tone much more than Rilke's, as yours makes things so much more personal. Of course it's also the way you include those little details of your friendship that makes it most beautiful.
There's nothing much to say about this piece because something so personal can only be criticized by the poet herself. I only want to say that I enjoy this different style of poetry, more telling, but definitely emotional.
Wow you dazzled me, you hazzled me , you teared me, you moved me, you inspired me, and you definitely would be a great movie director ..
I love your uniqueness Abb! I feel like I repeat myself here, but you have a very special style and this was very very emotional, I may be wrong, i may be taking this into a different definition but I am touched to the core of my soul by how you said in your closing lines something like..if your character was that bird...hell I almost went down with tears!
what to nominate! your whole account! you have no idea how much i appreciate your poetry and I a glad you cheated to win the 2.5 comments :P cause I was in real need of such talent 5/5
If only I could put into words what this has done to me,
But Instead I will just slap myself in the face..
I will,Because I deserve to get slapped..
slap myself for all those times I have seen you online and thought your screen name wasn't eye-catching enough.. I deserve a slap...for over looking you,when you have always been here among all the others,a slap for not clicking... for not finding,for not showing interest ...EARLIER...But I guess It is better late than Never,
Girl,Now I know why you're "abracadabra"
you are indeed an act of magic...
forgive me,For not reading you're work before.
for being too too centered in my own club ad forgetting to explore other corners of the site..
I am spellbound by this...
Girl,You have won yourself a brand new fan..
Jeezus..help my heart take this...another woman that has a golden soul..
I don't know how I missed this poem years ago, but have to admit I'm happy Yaki's affection for it drew me here tonight. I don't know what it is exactly that you've captured here, Abby, but it has me all torn up. Did you know something about Melanie that you weren't supposed to know or you weren't allowed to tell? Did you lose her to an underling darkness, like the shadow in this poem? It's funny, there's clearly happiness and nostalgia, but something heartbreakingly sad strewn throughout... like the sorrow is seeping through cracks. Lines of blood running through colorful memories.
I don't know. You captured something special. Another way I read this is two little girls falling in love.. I'm curious to know Yaki's take.