Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Nightingale (Poem 351)

I feel like a nightingale
like a curse
like a poet   like a girl
like a Girl Poet cursed with
the liquiscent voice of a nightingale

I feel like a hamburger
like a traveler
like a prom queen
like a shooting match
Like a traveling prom queen 
dressed in tweed and brogues
for a cozy, country-estate shooting match

I feel like a pincushion
like a jazz fan, a swimmer, a candy bar
I feel like a listener, like a crystal
like a languid cat listening to a crystalline,
aqua-blue jazz set

I feel like myself     I feel   
like myself   I feel like my self

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

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