Bronte Casablancas


Beach House - Poem by Bronte Casablancas

Thick waves beat me down -
Gray sky slings and sings to me,
But still I stand,
Blank hues and empty windowpanes
All across the winter's breath.

Spring. Ice melts and
I groan, reaching up from the burden,
Stretching to the sky
Slowly bluing above me.

Waters warm and draw children -
Pattering down my halls and singing sweet melodies to the sun,
But older now.
Gentler than before.

Back door bangs more often than not,
And I am happy -
Red grin welcoming the company,
Peeling paint like wrinkles to the
Old man's smile until

Leaves burn and I am sifting, waiting.
I echo birds and sink down, patient,
Resolute.
Until my love can sing again.

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  • (4/26/2010 9:05:00 PM)


    That was excellent! It really felt like some of the classic poets. I liked the part about breath on the windowpane. It really evoked a certain mood in me. Cheers, bravo!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010



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