I Found Where Ponce De Leon Happily Drowned

I Found Where Ponce De Leon Happily Drowned

 

Under the dim, natural lighting of a celestial fortress forever far away
I burned my confessions into my arms.
The ashes blackened my skin; the sting was partly pleasing.
I rambled about the greatness of man’s insignificance and called it quits.
He took back his lighter and went inside
while I waded through the valley of ashes to my bike.

My shadow outpaced me with no regard to my effort.
The cracks bled into each other as I leaned forward, watching each puddle
provide a fresh layer of paint to the thin, rubber tire.
Something got caught in the spokes but quickly broke free as I embraced the breeze.

The asphalt looked sleek from the rain while my tire made the water sing and gravitate.
I suddenly felt as though I were in John Cheever’s “The Swimmer.”
Pools and rivers connected Cheever’s neighborhood
whereas the sidewalks and roads were my tree branches.
The storm was raging as I rode through the concrete jungle
with raindrops penetrating my jacket, pelting the surface of my skin,

My scars tore open from the relentless rain;
the ashen skin bled endlessly,
meshing into an epicenter of soot, blood and rain.
Pulling aside from the sidewalk, I knelt at the flood-induced pond cloaking the hill.
After inspecting its cloudy reflection, I dipped my arms in—with hopes
that someone would grab my hand and hold it
while I cleansed my confessions.

 

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Antony Nedanovski

Wed 6th Jul 2016 23:30

Thanks a lot Colin! Sometimes the meaning is in the eye of the beholder, but it's to interpretation as to what the ending means to others.

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Wed 6th Jul 2016 08:54

I'm not sure I fully understand this Antony but I enjoyed being taken on your bike ride - any poem that sneaks in a mention of Cheever's The Swimmer is good for me. I must read the short story some day as I am only familiar with the movie. I find this a gently thoughtful and layered piece of writing and look forward to reading some more or your words.

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