Some people claim that special intuition
to know another person's thoughts and mind.
I do not.
I did not read her like a book, so I read her like a poem.
Her words did not arrange a neat picture of who she was.
So I listened.
I felt
and I paused
straining to hear every moment.
Envisioning.
I reflected, then I listened some more.
I saw patterns repeated,
the strain
and the wince
and I tested hire they felt on my own face
After learning a bit of backstory I flipped back through
what she had said and let the context take effect.
I saw stanzas, couplets, and rhythm
I did not analyze,
I felt,
Hearing her song-story.
I might be wrong. I might have projected too much of myself, or glanced over a detail.
I can not recite her story or show you her heart,
but I listened to her poem and that is all that I can do.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Some people claim that special intuition
to know another person's thoughts and mind.
I do not.
I did not read her like a book, so I read her like a poem.
Her words did not arrange a neat picture of who she was.
So I listened.
I felt
and I paused
straining to hear every moment.
Envisioning.
I reflected, then I listened some more.
I saw patterns repeated,
the strain
and the wince
and I tested hire they felt on my own face
After learning a bit of backstory I flipped back through
what she had said and let the context take effect.
I saw stanzas, couplets, and rhythm
I did not analyze,
I felt,
Hearing her song-story.
I might be wrong. I might have projected too much of myself, or glanced over a detail.
I can not recite her story or show you her heart,
but I listened to her poem and that is all that I can do.
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