Rhyming Orange
by michael cahill
here
this is where I truly - am-
no one
INTIMIDATES me here
every snappy and witty response
flows forth like
butter melting in a saucepan
my inner intuitive instinct invokes inward introspection, I
instruct ignorance
to flee
truth is the order of the day
on these pages
my truth as seen by me
poetry in my motion
my own notion of an ocean's dreams
carried to shore by the waves
my mind wills- travel!
You, await the crash of angered-water on the beach,
tense and trembling, terribly taut;
I, holding your breath in the palm of my hand.
Open your eyes!
The wave rushes skyward
(gravity holds no quarter in my world)
through the clouds that break into song
in celebratory coloratura arias,
washing over every planet
leaving
worlds
of
new
life
in its wake
I put each unique world in my pocket
for safe keeping
The universe shrinks
as my imagination consumes it
I roam over the range
clover's color I change
Still you implore, "range-rover,
in a field of orange-clover,
who are you?"
I am a poet.
as a poet-
I am
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