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 10 Years Ago


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Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

10 Years Ago

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

10 Years Ago

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



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My sweet friend and fantastic poetess, if you are an infant's voice then I have not been born yet. I hardly know where to begin in my less than adequate review of this, another of your mesmerizing, mind tickling and smile inducing, poetic offerings. I am in awe of your talent, you project such composure in your writes, as if you have just opened a bottle of wine, sat back and wrote with such ease, but then we find intricate designs and a labyrinth of thoughts to open our eyes. Yes, you are correct, I am rambling here, but you do that to me. Mostly with your poetry I just stand and stare hypnotized as I would with a Monet in a fine gallery, completely beside myself with the wonder presented. You always amaze me Sarah.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

10 Years Ago

You always bring a smile to my face, Jack...every so humbled by your review and your kindness. :)
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

Emily, Sylvia - Sarah. Each is a stellar poet in her own right. I read that stanza and I think OH my GOD that is good. I see the image and it triggers emotions, thoughts. That's what poets do.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much, my friend!

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