An Infant's Voice

An Infant's Voice

A Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

i have long walked the winding road --

clattered forward upon cagey cobblestone

tripping on cracks while prudently avoiding

italicized puddles and linear metaphors

 

i have gathered the subtle shade of moss,

studied the way naked tree branches appear

as tense capillaries against a sunken sky,

mulled over the hue of rust as it chews

through collapsing red-barn rooftops

 

i have tucked everything into a leather satchel

hanging on a hook inside of my head

between meticulous catalogues of endless quotes

and stacks of other people’s genius, remembered

 

you call me a poet, but I gild that word silver --

apply it blindly to the likes of Emily and Sylvia,

bow deeply as I present it to Jack and Paublo

with plates of figs and aged red wine

 

because I am only an infant voice shouting syllables --    

a murmur underlying the measured rattle of streetcars

and the distant aria of an antique ocean


© 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)



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And here, you connect me to you... this write tells me a lot about the "journey" and all that we travel, to achieve in our hearts.... there is sadness, and grief, there is hope and love....

You paint a way with magic here too, a way that only true poet's feel, and can see... the selfless way, and the way, to perceive what is truly important.... and the fact of being just that "little" like a dust particle, in the endless air, is what makes you close to me.... :) a lovely piece of true poetry here. Very well done dear.... it makes me feel the "infant" is a wise lonely child, (shaking hands on that part) with you ;)

- Elisa

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

3 Years Ago

You are such a beautiful reviewer, my friend. Thank you for taking the time to read and really let .. read more

3 Years Ago

So are you dearest, I highly apperciate you.... although I'm a slow turtle.... I'm your fan! :)))



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First off, wow. This was quite beautiful. It was beautiful to see somebody showing hoe their mind works in a such an elegant way. I believe that perhaps Pablo and Sylvia would have shouted with approval while Javk devoured the wine and Emily gorged on the figs. So very nice.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Great idea for a poem!
Keep it up!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


You captured the essence of what poetry really is about with this poem. Poets are the observers of this world: they observe everything. Everything that exists, they write about: every feeling, every object, every experience. I loved the comparison with the infant, for that is the time when we see the world with eyes that are not clouded by judgement. Everything is recorded just as it is. Which is also the job of a poet, of course. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem, enjoyed reading it a lot! :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Awesome poem.... Was great fun reading

Posted 3 Years Ago


The journey of a poet well described.Every day brings new inspiration and we are so glad it does.You have written a lovely poem :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


quoting Hank is always a good bio entry ! ...plenty of bases touched here and an admission of naivete as well...as I say, "the more I write, the less I know"

Peace

Posted 3 Years Ago


Beautifully written and conveyed, the heart of all true poets. Lovely write.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Again, you stand out like a red wall in a white room. Your work is always a learning experience... this is nothing short of brilliant.

Posted 3 Years Ago


would have commented about poetic flow Haha but I see and like what you did nice write it's shallow with words and still beams out the situation good work!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Hold tight that warm glow
Hold tight
Warm that thought
Laced in your hands
The cup becomes a vessel
The Form of Function
To Warm your heart through your syllables lullabies
Coffee in my cup
Satin, Silk, Chamois
Cap the oceans.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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