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"Where were you?", she asked. I was burying my dreams. I put on my favorite shirt, took a shovel, and went out into the fields. Laughing in the rain, a macabre rendition of myself because anybody could see (from my tears) that my soul was mortally bleeding. This was the season that you left. Driving down the roads, I saw the trees, naked for the season. But their nakedness was a parody of your leaving. Because their leaves will come back, after a season, but you never will. |
Copyright ©2017 Ashi Shadow - 2/15/17 was actually two poems, currently unfinished.
I think that the word parody was originally supposed to be something closer to comical or caricature.
Something like "comical copy".
It seems like it does need a word like "sick" or "poor" as an adjective prior to parody.