Carolina.

From the colleciton, Mono no aware By Tylor Traxler

Wait for me in a suspenseful summer sweat

I’ll be higher than a jet painting skies with clouds Of smoke 

and sonically silent sound 

Until flames burn in a hurricane 

I’ll be fillin’ up my tank to head West 

Where I first saw a lightning storm 

And where my parents were both born 

In a perfect world I knew them well 

Don’t take me so seriously I’m just wading in a waiting room 

With cold feet and cold shoulders 

From strangers who stare with an unfamiliar familiarity 

 Like jets crossing across a pink sky 

Or a poem about the how and why 

The coast of Carolinas reflecting hard across my eye 

Why did you have to go? Motivating my messy ways 

Now I pace and place the picture frames I saved from all those days 

On holidays, a special case, 

the end of year embrace 

Your warm face, and slower pace 

pressed me breathless in the shade

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the complete poem.
"Why did you have to go? Motivating my messy ways
Now I pace and place the picture frames I saved from all those days
On holidays, a special case,
the end of year embrace
Your warm face, and slower pace
pressed me breathless in the shade"
I loved the above lines. Made the reader believe every word. Thank you Traxler for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jade]

This is such a wonderful write, I really enjoyed the imagery.
Very nicely written and expressed