If I could

If I could pull all the words from this atmosphere;

If I could write like Shakespeare,

If I could be so obscure,

 

 I’d give you a career.

Yeah,

you’d be the big show at your own big premier,

I always thought of you as” man of the year.”

 

Always, whispering in my ear..

Just a figment, but your breath feels so very real.

How do you do that? Is it in the books that you skim?

Cause you’re right at my finger-tips,

Right where you’ve always been.

 

I’m closer than ever.. I can taste it on my teeth.

It’s sweet, smells like marguerite, and radiates untamed heat.

I have a predilection to you.. even with a deflection or two,

Undoubtedly and promised, I will never misconstrue..

 

I’ve paced at this door for a long time now,

Not knowing my ceiling from my ground,

But knowing that if I open it, I’m doomed and I’m bound..

I’ll astound. You will not leave me without feeling sound..

 

And I’ve always thought it funny how you’ve got a proclivity to me,

And me as usual a weakness to you, object of admiration, substance

Of inclination.. something of fascination, not a tangible rationalization.

 

More than that, it’s bigger than me,

More in-depth than what I have time to try and believe, because, that wouldn’t be fair.

We were young once, and we didn’t care.

But life, takes its course, and you become more aware.

And these thoughts, if they don’t take you over, they will overbear..

 

I’ll do what I can, when you feel left out,

I’ll do what I know, to make you smile when you want to shout;

Coast inside you and calm you down, flood your thoughts and make them drown,

Nothing stands a chance to the storm I am, regardless of the whereabouts.

 

I ask for no compromise, I will bide no shame.

If I had you for one day, it would all be just the same.

And I don’t want you, not solely,

The fact that we found each other in this cold

Lost world is of no surprise to me, really.

I could still be crazy, too. Look at us, capable of everything..

Except for what they want us to do.

 

Hey.. I’m just a woman, I don’t really give a good god damn.

I’m just here in case you show up, or in case you take my hand,

Or in case I just take yours, and show you what I really am..

And that’ll be the day, the underrated grand finale, but you know me,

And you know I don’t care what they have to say, about you or about

Anyone else who lives in “vain”, I just do what I can,

What I can to stay sane, and one way,

Is to pick your beautiful brain.

 

I have no intentions, and I’m not here for your heart.

I want what we share, what can never fall apart.

This is what it is,

And in all honesty, what’s to miss?

Travel the world with you in my pocket, and what’s better than this?

 

A missed calling is an opportunity for success, and if anybody

Knows that, it’s you that does best. Try and detest..

 

If I could pull all the words from this atmosphere;

If I could write like Shakespeare,

If I could be so obscure..

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I love this intimacy with your pocket bard. It is a beautiful word storm of a story. You are a devoted supplicant to something you see as above and beyond you. But, but, but ... without your eyes what is that something beyond? Nothing. Without you to appreciate said force of nature made words what is it? Nothing. Without a reader with the heart, mind and soul to echo, mirror and honour such obsure brilliance... I am sure Shakespear, were he to read your lines, wld say, 'yes, if I cld pluck words from this atmosphere' ... not any atmosphere, but THIS atmosphere, the one you were focused on when you wrote the line. Any writer wld love to have a reader such as you to appreciate them so. If I have read you right that is!

[Coyote Poetry]

To write like Shakespeare need to read his work. Learn the feel of the old and strong language. I had many writing classes in college. Broke down many of Shakespeare poem and stories, I believe what make a writer. Is his life and what he had done. The Kosinski, Hemingway and Helen Jackson lived a life and told great story. Real story is more powerful then fiction. I like this poem. You danced with words and open the door to questions. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Everett DeValle]

Lovely...like a song in all its beautiful nuances and idiosyncrasies...the language is simple and pure in its epic in proportion.

[dancingintherain]

Like this one too! Your rhyme scheme is amazing.