Monologue of the lone poet

 

I first met you in my childhood

In the library 

And I can still remember

When I used to look out of that bedroom window

While reading Shakespeare 

When I was younger

Just thinking about you

Madam Poetry 

I think you already knew

That deep down

I've always known you

Maybe we're starstruck lovers

Who knows

But

My mind even my family and friends

Now that I'm older

Constantly still send me cryptic coded messages

Warning me to always resist

To step outside 

Into the real world 

To try to convince me to forget that you even exist

But I always listen to my higher-self

And write

As it knows strands of an ancient greater truth

That still today persists

You injected yourself into my humble existence

In a subtle but quite mischievous way

Stimulating me to look inside and analyze myself more

No matter what other folks may ratify to think or say

What they didn't know though

All their words of unwanted advice

Just expanded some more of my repressed emotions

To but dream even more of us

One day,

Swimming together in poetic emotions 

Bluest of oceans

I can't quite comprehend what to deduce of you

Or even to think whenever I smell that familiar old scent of your favourite perfume

Called Stanza 

As I remember

The last time I saw you a few years ago

When you walked through my minds front door

Narrating wild themes linked to propaganda and extravaganza

To be read from here

In Kansas 

Worldwide and Uganda 

Whenever I hear your name

It just drives me crazy with continuous questions

Linked to poetic stories 

Thinking if you could give me the one

I once prayed and asked God for

Maybe that's why I'm just blindly drawn

Like a moth to a burning flame

For you were always so striking compared to so many others

Did you know

An old recently deciphered occult truth

Found hidden deep inside a centuries-old Azerbaijan cave

In a scroll

Simply stated

when translated from Aramaic

Poetic Love is like a huge red blanket

For when it covers you

Your four most primitive of emotions

Happiness sadness fear and anger

Can feel totally smothered

With only brief bouts of feeling tranquil 

When expressed in Poetry's secret language 

Maybe that's really how I feel

Laying here

Thinking about you and wondering

And writing 

Is this what other poets feel

A true calling to rejoice in a love above all 

That's real?

Copyright John Duffy