My Undying Love For The Guardians Of The Galaxy

In which I express the inexpressible through the only appropriate medium worthy of the Guardians;

A poem OF LOVE

Me as Star-Lord from the Guardians of the Galaxy series.

Art by Revilan_

MY UNDYING LOVE

I

I love The Guardians of the Galaxy.

Yes, this much is true.

It warms my heart and heals my soul,

Especially Volume 2. 

I watched the final film this year.

I waited with such glee,

But as the credits rolled once more,

I wept, endlessly.

 It seemed I was not ready,

To bid my guardians goodbye,

I had a lot of laughter left.

I didn’t want to cry.

But cry I did, and cry with might,

As farewell came too soon,

For Groot was gone, and so was Drax,

And my beloved, mad raccoon. 

Gone were all the jokes that I

Had clutched so close to heart.

Gone were all the words which I 

Had cherished from the start.

As Mantis, Quill, Gamora left,

Alas, it was just me.

Just me, my thoughts, and endless tears

Brought forth by memories.

Memories of battles lost,

And foolish social cues,

Of laughter with no grounds at all, 

And gentle eighties’ tunes. 

I thought back to the early years, 

My younger self in awe

Of every colour, shot, and song,

 Ignoring every flaw.

I learned a lot of valuable things,

through all that blasted noise,

like how to wink discreetly,

and kick back with the boys.

I fear I could go on and on,

Express more of the same,

I could write tomes and tomes of text

And list out every name.

I could go back and pick out every

Favourite little quote,

But doing so might make me cry,

So I’ll end with this brief note:

II

I want to seize up every drop

Of feeling I have left.

I want to pour it all away,

Exist with no regret.

I do not wish to relive any

Vivid memories,

And risk the ache of joy it brings;

A joy too great for me.

I won’t survive the coming months 

or years

of referencing.

Each mention, joke, and insult made

Is now a painful sting. 

I always knew the end would come,

But thought I’d have more time.

More time for what?  

Well, I don’t know.

This fear had made me blind. 

I know I cannot change the past,

But this is what I’d do;

I’d tell them all I love them so,

Yes, all; even Yondu. 

In fact, I’d make sure everyone

And everytwo would know

That nothing in this world had made

Me feel a brighter glow.

I’d beg the Lord of Heavens High

To give me one last chance;

I didn’t know the end would feel

So much like happenstance.

It is not fair - this that I feel,

It bears too much like pain.

And now I sit here wondering

Who brought this wretched rain.

My eyes, they burn from weeping so,

My throat is hoarse and raw.

For no one on this earth will see

Exactly what I saw.

I saw a group of friends that fought

But remained family.

I saw a struggling sister try

To be better than me.

But I cannot dwell in misery,

For what would Mantis say?

Each moment on the screen was real.

They did not go away.

Instead I have to carry on

And Go Retrieve Thine Love.

 It’s not enough to miss them with

The stars so bright above.

They may feel galaxies away,

But as dear Glen surmised,

The story remains “Just as good

Even when close your eyes.”

“Southern Nights” by Glen Campbell, as featured in Guardians of The Galaxy, Vol. 2, dir. by James Gunn.

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If you’ve made it to the end of this post, thanks for reading. I was going to write an essay about my feelings after watching the last Guardian’s film, but I opted for a poem instead. I’m glad I did, because I think it conveys a lot of feeling in much fewer words, which to me is the essence of these films. Some might say that it is not a very poetic form of art to write about, but I believe that you can make poetry out of anything, so long as it comes from the heart. I hope you felt something while reading it, or that it at least made you smile!

That’s all for now. See you in the next blog post!

With love,

D.

Image Source: Marvel