I Met A Young Girl, She Gave Me A Rainbow

blAck pearls

and broken ocean sHells

cAnnot stop my love for you

we are shipwReckeD

on a jagged Reef

A pIrate's treasure of booty

with Nothing to spend It on

the curSe is on now

it is the dark time

and the thunder clouds

Grumble and grOaN

the rainbow above us

is Not Artificial

as dylan holds that note

like a little kid holding

onto a helium balloon

he yanks it out of the sky

like a promise

not yet Fulfilled

An idea incomplete

our foLLy is funny

fumbling footloose

through the pillars of time

the color and sounds

continue to fall,

run, sparkle and fade

'And what did you see my darling young one? '

her lips are dry

her throat parched

the words wobbling in her mouth

'Were you wounded in hatred or love? ' she asks.

but she already knows the not-so-simple answer

when she looks in my eyes

Joe DeMarco




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Joseph DeMarco was born in New York City; he grew up in Buffalo, NY. He has taught seventh grade on the island of Oahu, Hawaii for the last ten years. He is the author of the novels Plague of the Invigilare, The 4 Hundred and 20 Assassins of Emir Abdullah-Harazins, At Play in the Killing Fields, Blind Savior, False Prophet, and Vegans Are Tastier. He is currently working on several new projects.


Last updated August 02, 2013