Here's What I Hear
for Arianne Etuk
quiet as ghosts and as soft
as difficult to fill hands with
to get a handful of
as illusive as this, as illusive as mist
wanting a taste of it, to be filled with it
unable to drink or eat it though
snow cone of snow, sweet milk to cover it
what can I cup you in, contain you in
when you go, you come
so quietly, on quiet feet
pulling at my harp strings
who knows why it's playing
who knows who is plucking out a tune
vibrating strings but no fingers move
none anyone can see
just me singing seemingly
without reason, without cause
you are gone but still with me
still I see, I hear, I feel
the pull of you too strong, too strange
my heart strings, unable to still them
until the song, its highs, its lows
are all out, like tide, like ocean waves
until these are spent
across white sand, a stretch of beach
I want no one walking where
only you can walk and leave no print
weightless one, weightless once
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
12:21 a.m. 15.05.09
for Arianne Etuk
quiet as ghosts and as soft
as difficult to fill hands with
to get a handful of
as illusive as this, as illusive as mist
wanting a taste of it, to be filled with it
unable to drink or eat it though
snow cone of snow, sweet milk to cover it
what can I cup you in, contain you in
when you go, you come
so quietly, on quiet feet
pulling at my harp strings
who knows why it's playing
who knows who is plucking out a tune
vibrating strings but no fingers move
none anyone can see
just me singing seemingly
without reason, without cause
you are gone but still with me
still I see, I hear, I feel
the pull of you too strong, too strange
my heart strings, unable to still them
until the song, its highs, its lows
are all out, like tide, like ocean waves
until these are spent
across white sand, a stretch of beach
I want no one walking where
only you can walk and leave no print
weightless one, weightless once
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
12:21 a.m. 15.05.09
posted by Obie Quiet at 12:47 AM
2 Comments:
i write as well and i'd very much like to read more of your poetry and have you read mine.
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peace and much love to ya
this is a beautiful poem, i think u should stop watchin and take action. this arianne girl from wat youve written sounds like a room shaker and if i were u, i would not let such treasures pass between my grasp. good luck
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