“All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.”
~ Richard Brautigan
I am a poet and if I look right through you like you’re a
window on a rainy afternoon
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
Pondering life like a scientist searches for a cure to the
latest disease
I am a poet and if I walk right passed you like a snobby
model on her way to a runway gig
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
Noticing the smallest things around me that inspire a poem
Like a geologist excavating through the smallest of rubble
for bones
I am a poet and if I seem quiet like a shy child out in the
city
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
My thoughts are louder than the voices around me
Like drums in a flute festival they drown out all other
sounds
I am a poet and if I watch you like a kitten watches the red
dot
It is because my head is in the clouds dear friend
Like a lover is fascinated by his latest love,
I will make you
immortal in one stanza of poetry.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
I like it!
ReplyDeleteHow I wish I had written this! I love it! Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteMusical. Luv it
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog today Carrie
Much🌻love
Having your head in the clouds can be a wonderful state of being.
ReplyDelete"Someone once said to write about why the sky was blue,so I did,and now I can't stop...." Somehow this caught my eye today. Has it always been there?
ReplyDelete"My thoughts are louder than the voices around me
Like drums in a flute festival they drown out all other sounds"
Golly, gee. I love this poem. I want to be the red dot. I await the poem.
Thank you for the immortality promise! What better place for a poets mind but in the clouds despite the fact he is sitting in his small study fingers on the keyboard.
ReplyDeleteOh I can totally relate to that!! Wonderfully said!
ReplyDeleteLove it and I can relate to it I start to be more like a poet as well Searching for words and ideas with my head in the clouds.
ReplyDeleteI especially love the lines
"My thoughts are louder than the voices around me
Like drums in a flute festival they drown out all other sounds@
Wonderful imagery in every line. Love that snobby model image. Fun. I have to love that Love-Cloud photo too :)
ReplyDeleteIn my house, we call it, "her plotting face". As in, we are all eating at the table, and my eyes are totally blank, my fork suspended midair, and the not-so-Little Princess or my Piano Man says to someone who hasn't seen the phenomena before, "Oh, nothing's wrong. That's her plotting face." We don't fight. None can fight poems stories wanting to be born, dear friend. Besides, how else can we "make you immortal"?
ReplyDeleteThis is yummy, Carrie.
I love this. I must show this to my husband so he'll understand me better.
ReplyDeleteMy heAd floats in clouds a great deal of the time. This is wonderful, and love the Brautigan quote.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful feeling...loved this!
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