When I was still in college, there was this time when my university’s official student publication (LPU Sentinel) posted an invite where everyone can submit their artworks in forms of poetry and short stories. I submitted my poetry but unfortunately, it wasn’t included in the published magazine of that year. Up until now I still don’t know the reason why. The poem has been in my drafts for years hidden from this beautiful world.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present you a poem wrote by myself 7 years ago.
Summer McSomething’s Sweet Sounding
It’s like the summer of 1963, little dove
That’s when I met you under the shiny up above
All of a sudden everything has ethereal feel
Very lovely like the old December Christmas deal
Honestly mate, you are more than a lagniappe to me
Because we both love coffee more than a cup of tea
You like it when clouds are orange when it’s twilight,
I like when we look at the stars when it’s midnight
Summer nights at the beach, always skinny dipping
Rainy days and can’t go out, always day dreaming
You are as good as the Canon in D major,
Quality time together and pals forever
The wet street produces petrichor when we saw a rainbow,
Pretty colors in the sky like Ms. Marilyn Monroe
And then lovers moon! You found yours and I found mine
Years passed by and we’re still together on cloud nine
Looking our old photographs, I think of you
Because right now, more than ever, I miss you
Wish I could fly to Milky Way and see you shine
Please don’t worry, just give me time and I’ll be fine
Oh that night when you bid sweet dreams to the moon,
I know I’ll see you again but not too soon
There will always be rainbows and smiles even though it’s raining
Our memories will never be a fading ancient painting
When I think of you now, it reminds me of a dream come true
I am going to be so happy because I deserve to
When my time comes, wait in the heaven’s gate and don’t miss a thing
Please smile for me and ask the king to play Air on a G String
I hope you found your Summer McSomething by now, and may you realize it before it’s too late.
It may be rejected, but I am glad to call this artwork mine. And now, I share this to you.