Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted May 10, 2018

Chapters:

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free verse

A chapter in the book Paper Dolls and Toy Soldiers

To The Poetry Girl

by michaelcahill

When Clouds Speak, I listen I always seek the poetry girl             she tasks me   "Boy, come along now you can't see a thing scribbling in the dark oh, dear, what is that noise? that creaking, crunching, popping scrunch of a noise?"   that's me someone glued me to the couch darnn kids and their pranks why ... I oughta ...   "Now, boy, what do you see?"   the lake   "Oh really? Well, well, well aren't we the meow of the Siberian kitty cat? The scenic tour, boy the poetic revelation the mind's machination..."   uh ... the sun shining on the lake and some trees by the shore   "No ... the sun extending her nimble fingers tickling the water tenderly the giggles rippling to the shore splashing playfully at the old oak who's soaking his weary toes in the cool mud ...   and ...   and ..."   no, no, don't go, why can't clouds stay put it's me, isn't it I don't have the mind to corral a bit of fluff in the sky you fade into the sunset like a dancer twirling into a genie's bottle is that where you live, poetry girl?   and now I'm left to conjure to cajole from within what might catch your fancy should you see a few of my images float by on the breath of a summer storm   "Yes, yes", you might say, "I know it’s the moon in the night sky, but what is it really?"   it is me, poetry girl and, yes, you are the sun but not because you shine   it is distance and the irony of your warmth still comforting and personal as though you mean it for me but you light the world the one I'm not part of   I'm only noticed because I happen to be in your glare the truth is on the dark side cold and unnoticed   when you rise in the morning we mingle atop the same waters you, the light me, what is under the light I am aware and that is enough             if it's poetic