I call this poem 'she is...'A Poem by Gowan J. VolgaMy favourite piece written today.She is… * she tries to sing and her voice crackles a little, it softens she’s shy, though her music, it warms men, and women are torn by envy and I am breaking inside a cello, and her voice soft, and crackeling, fairy lights lit-up from behind her
she’s been playing that thing from across this table all night, I’m so close to her, she can see me, and I think she is looking at me, or at least looking at me looking at her I can’t bare watching her I’m already done for, her face, her hair she is beautiful I can’t have her, and she can’t save me or maybe she can… though, she is beautiful, I’m best-off staying here, behind this table, I’ll hold off from this storm love is something I’m not ready for all over again I’ll close my eyes, keep it all inside, finish this beer I bought, I promise myself I’ll leave after this song * soft, and crackling, it's almost a whisper, and a howl. be still, J. © 2015 Gowan J. Volga |
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