Loud Brained

The school counselor wanted to know

Exactly what was it

I wanted to do with the rest of forever

 

Her kind blue eyes traveled my face

And I wondered if she could hear my brain

Rattling with all the possibilities

 

All the possibilities,

Each involving you

 

I wanted to tell her

 

I’d be an astronomer and study the

Cosmic, far off look in your eyes

That you get when your mind connects

Thought after thought in a galaxy I so wish

To travel to

 

I’d be a psychologist and keep

A moleskin journal and record the nervous

Way you pull on tufts of your sandy hair,

Or your habit of telling lies so often

Even you believe them

 

I’d be a mathematician and figure up

A most complex equation that explains all

The sharp angles and soft edges

Of the most beautiful face that’s

Been sculpted in the likeness of humankind 

 

I’d be an anonymous poet and in ambiguous

And brilliantly strung out words, I’d share every

Single part of you with the love struck teens and the

Over analyzing professors and the abstract thinkers

And still keep you secret

 

“I’d like to study law,” I told her

 

Her smile was a theatrics that matched my own

And I wondered if she had heard my brain,

Or if she had, too, once been a teenager drowning in a boy’s

Stupid everything

 

I wanted to ask her

Reviews

[New Dawn]

I loved this fantastic description of the struggle to manage life when love and youth camped out in your mind. i never knew what to say at such moments either - always trying to judge what the advisor wanted to hear. Beautiful writing - i was there in the office, you pitched this perfectly in my opinion

[devon]

Thank you so much for the kind review!

[Wuji]

I never ready anything quite like this, though the descriptions and narrative were particularly well done.

[devon]

Not sure if you never reading anything like this before is a good or bad thing!

[Wuji]

Well your ability to build roles and take sides seems to be very fine, making me wonder if you are a fiction writer too?

[devon]

I am, yes, but I haven't written a proper story in a long time. I just haven't had an idea and being a perfectionist, I can't start writing a story or novel unless I know it will be great.

[Wuji]

Well what's truly great in literature? To me it's quite a matter of social trends and subjectivity, but I suppose I know what you mean :)

[devon]

I have to feel accomplished by the end of reading or writing a work for me to consider it great literature :) But again, thank you so much for reading and reviewing this. It really means a lot!

[Wuji]

I always find it's so much more great to write it than to read it :P

[devon]

I enjoy both! However, when you've put your heart on a slip of paper and someone compliments you on the eloquent way you've just spilled out your insides, it's hard not to feel like you're walking on clouds.

[Wuji]

Well external praise may be nice, but I think as a writer we have to have a lot of intrinsic motivation since to make it is of course, against the odds hehe

[devon]

Most definitely!

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is a very good poem. Thank you for sharing!

[devon]

Thank you for reading and reviewing! :)