June 25, 2023

Poetry by Lauren Meier

Lauren Meier

Flower Boy

On a soft July eve I sit in a meadow And watch the sunset With my Flower Boy His hair is soft like white petals, He is as strong and tall as the stem, And he smiles towards the sun But is fed by the rain He shines with Simple beauty One that he unfortunately Cannot see And the pollen he holds In his deep yellow soul Attracts the fairest honeybee But the honeybee he does not want, No, The flower boy wants me.

Midwestern Summer

The drives home From the city Are never as pretty as in July. The warm sunset catches My curls and my brown eyes As my hand is outstretched Towards the green leaves. Life is easy And I am free! Well, as free as allowed. I still must follow rules, Be home by 10 p.m., Never go anywhere without the knowledge Of family or friends. But, even then I feel peace, I feel open, I feel light. I wish that my whole life Could be this easy. No pre-calculus, No dissections in biology, No color theory, And no essays. But maybe there’s a reason That we can’t stay. Maybe the summer is there as a reminder That even when it is cold, wet, and miserable, It will soon become warm. It will all be alright.  

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Lauren Meier


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