There Is A White Girl

 

There is a White Girl

 

 

There is a white girl on this mountain

that hungers for a nightingale

because it has a pretty name

She loves the white laurels

that believe they are a color,

that believe they enhance the vivid

burst of paints & pansies

Everything that is wild & thinks free

is nurtured here in its own nest

Everything that flies or stomps,

rages, lusts, speaks with intensity

is faithfully flung upwards

There is a white girl on this mountain

that walks carefully

She is afraid of robots & the blind

She is weary of the cement of frowns

Some day, when she is in Italy,

she intends to plant a fruit tree

by an open well

She hopes to compare sunrises

and the formation of mountains

But for today, she is cautiously alert

Any moment a corpse tree

could tumble into a darkened crevice

Any moment a piece of love could tear

away from her

 into the fabric of the wind

She wants to land it safely.

Reviews

[Spoken]

She loves the white laurels
that believe they are a color,
that believe they enhance the vivid
burst of paints & pansies

great lines here. I really got a good sense with these lines who the white girl was and I loved how you took white, thought of as the absence of color, and showed how important it really is within the color spectrum.. put there it enhance the other colors. Beautiful

[angelina neves]

beautiful!

[Gandré]

With this you created a vivid range of emotions again, this girl is every girl, everything is just a perception. I love your narrative poetry, this is your thing! This is deliciously capturing the reader's imagination.

[Taylor H]

great poem

[C.T. Bailey]

What an extraordinary longing.

"Some day, when she is in Italy, she intends to plant a fruit tree by an open well"

Such sophisticated imagery toys with the readers mind. This is a magnificent write.
I have read it five times and with each re-read, some new nugget of poetic genius
is uncovered, that I might revel in your masterful write just a little longer.
I noticed that we are neighbors Ms. Phibby. It's beautiful here this time of year isn't it?

I can't wait to read another piece of your work!
Todd

[beancountersar]

Wonderful flow to this poem. I love the last few lines the best.....how you described 'a piece of love' is terrific!

I also was taken by your description of nature.

[No]

beautiful,
the repition of the title works lovely.

[Ken Simm.]

Wonderful, almost crystal in its intensity. Elegant and clean.

[Donald Meikle]

I echo Em's first reaction, and oddly enough actually see improvement in your work. (i didn't think there was room)

[W.k.kortas]

The pacing of the piece is wonderful, almost valedictory or sermon-like. The notion of the "white girl"--the blank canvas, or devoid of color or life-- seeking beauty in the nightingale, envying the laurels for believing they have color-- is just so well-conceived, so elegantly expressed, that it nearly defies description. Utter magic, nothing less.