Small-town Eyes
for D.A.
something about that girl
that bangs against my brain
hard to believe she is only seventeen
at 17, for Janis Ian, not a pretty time at all
though about it, she’s written
one of the prettiest songs of all times
this girl I speak about
I’ve been writing about
for about 6 weeks, since I met her, since I saw her
two eyes struggling with two hands
struggling with overlapping sides of a skirt she wore
something substantive to hide
been passionate about her, curious about her ever since
invest hours imagining
making her a citizen of my imagination
its anthems are of her,
its flag for her to carry
she can lift it though it’s heavy
as heavy as my pen which, since I met her,
I’m unable to put down
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
4:18 p.m. 17.08.09
for D.A.
something about that girl
that bangs against my brain
hard to believe she is only seventeen
at 17, for Janis Ian, not a pretty time at all
though about it, she’s written
one of the prettiest songs of all times
this girl I speak about
I’ve been writing about
for about 6 weeks, since I met her, since I saw her
two eyes struggling with two hands
struggling with overlapping sides of a skirt she wore
something substantive to hide
been passionate about her, curious about her ever since
invest hours imagining
making her a citizen of my imagination
its anthems are of her,
its flag for her to carry
she can lift it though it’s heavy
as heavy as my pen which, since I met her,
I’m unable to put down
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
4:18 p.m. 17.08.09
posted by Obie Quiet at 4:10 AM
3 Comments:
I love the sound of this one Obi. The myriad of rhyming in this poem is brilliant and I don't normally hear a lot of rhyming in your poems.
My rhyming, DA, is usually internal rhyme, like belly growling, like thunder rumbling or like the rustling of leaves or the rustling of chimes - one made of shells and hanging on an out island porch, or on a porch over the hill.
Girl, you are all the world to me, you are poetry to me at present. What a discovery.
What a priceless addition to what I was awarded for those 5 Thursdays, for those 15 hours.
Because of you this event will be without end.
sigh:-) Your rhyming makes my world so beautiful!!!
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