About a GirlA Poem by Charles Chukwuani
I want to write about a girl.
When she enters a room and begins to speak, even the loudest voices become quiet and meek, even the most verbally astute become mute, and I forgot I ever had a voice. That's why I'm writing about this girl. I have yet to retain my ability to talk. I thought falling in love was something that existed outside the jurisdiction of words, oft described as impossible to describe. But being rendered wordless I have come to see, No, love is no such oxymoron. I want to write all of her being. It is in being stricken by every aspect of an existence, down to the tiniest detail, that love exists. Like the way her right eyelid twitches as she laughs, and how she glares at you if you interrupt her, Medusa would cower in fear. How she always smells like coconut oil and strawberries, how she dyes her low cut hair a different color every month. Or the way she covers a scar on her right arm with her left, hugging herself, while she walks. I want to walk with her, and tell her that the scar adds to the aesthetic of her arm, but this voicelessness, these destroyed vocal cords, hinder a man rendered mute by love at first observance of beautiful idiosyncracies. So instead I am just here, writing about this girl. © 2014 Charles Chukwuani |
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Added on December 23, 2014 Last Updated on December 23, 2014 AuthorCharles ChukwuaniAbuja, NigeriaAbout21 year old student. Just going through the motions of life I guess. Anime/video game lover. Asian culture enthusiast. more..Writing
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