Book Store - poem

[tigriswolf]

 

Title: Book Store

Notes: um… yeah. I think this is an analogy about growing up and realizing the world isn’t always kittens and puppies romping in a field of sunflowers. But I’m not sure.

 

Once innocence is lost—stolen—it can never be gotten back.

And I wept an ocean when I realized that.

 

David met Goliath in the bookstore yesterday.

Stop me if you know how it ends.

 

Children sing songs and dance in circles;

Children chase the wind and capture only memories.

 

A rock was thrown as they fought,

And as always Goliath fell.

 

Little boys run after little girls—or is it little girls run after little boys?—

And spread cooties and try to steal kisses and shine with a light to rival the stars.

 

And David stood tall, the conqueror of giants,

God’s chosen king who was only a boy in man’s clothes.

 

But stars always end, after a while,

In a supernova or black holes or merely they fade away.

 

Only a boy in a man’s clothes, playing a man’s game,

The conqueror of giants was only a poet playing a lyre and crying to the sky.

 

Innocence is fragile, and hope is fleeting;

Tell me, can’t you, everything will be alright?

 

David met Goliath in the bookstore yesterday.

Stop me if you know how it ends.

 

Comments

[soxykitty.livejournal.com]

I like the flow to this, and the premise... nice work.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! I have a soft for this one, still.