Close Distance, Great Proximity Poem by Silas Rosalie Dumont

Close Distance, Great Proximity



Twas the latest days of January
The books began to close
A flurry of activity as
We were buried by the snows
In irony and satire
A plot to prove a point
A new nation had been baptized
President he did himself anoint
The jester king lacked a consort
And so he did contort
To find a minister in his prime
And to his delight he did then find
Suppressing the dissenters
And crushing those who dared
Speak up against The President
A partner suited to his crime
And as the joke grew old and
The Republic packed its bags
Two boys found themselves friends
Through a pane of glass, on opposite ends
And through long nights
Of talking till it was light
A flower had blossomed in
The President's cold heart
And as he flew down mountains
Racing to confess
He was given shocking news
Someone else had passed the test
And so he plastered on a smile
And pretended all was fine
As a small bouquet did flower
Much to his dreadful ire
But when the lilies one day died
In anger he did scream
And explosion was prevented
And saved was that glass screen
But eventually the other found
That through the tiresome pane
A fire had been kindled
A blaze set in his brain
And they stared for hours and hours
Through that window-pane
But eventually the fire died
And the flower shrunk away
And close a bond of friendship formed
Those burning roses were not mourned
As a new era of these two boys
Arose, no more forlorn
And now in sticky summer heat
Over iced coffee in the sun
The glass they wish to make weak
To remove a layer
At least one

Thursday, June 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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Written June 2022
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