The Five

I’ve recently been penning essays and poems that are more personal and on the creative spectrum compared to my daily TIN blog posts. These writings are either for class or for fun and have taken a lot of time, thought, and effort in order to be as beautiful and real as possible. This poem was written for English class and is the piece of work that I am most proud of.

The Five

percy was my first

his golden eyes stArtling upon first gLance

our souls collided aT the age of nine in the Sepia room

eight yeArs on still eXpressing our love

his baritone command breathing stars into the sky

william’s modest mumble Grasped my spirit

the lonely leap from one string to another drove me to frenzy

heart and notes pUlsating at the same tIme

the one True love formed thick pAtches on the tips of my fingers

forcing me to seRenade the elephant dyed walls with my darkest mysteries

billy’s pygmy size forced His type A personality

a steRling fox who could belt five notes at once

he Made his home in wacO before a permaNent vacation

gasping and sIghing his way past each number

Calling the piano mAn in to existence

marvin taught me how to dance

in the flickering light on the patio with the navy cotton stuck to my Body

when the night colored spots rested their wings in the hollow crevices

his ‘A’ vocals bouncing off my fingerS into the mustard light

whispering Sweet nothings at a decibel reading that was just for me

jonsi sang a falsetto unlike any Other

pitching a high Bb as a normal occurrence

my heart ached fOr him in the bitter chill of december

stumbling on the wrong notEs and creating catastrophes

as my hands reached for the song i couldn’t sing