And sometimes, a raindrop
is a gunshot,
resounds upon the rooftop
of the furtive little house
in which she lives.
Locked away her heart
in peel of lime-
stone, accretion from the
many years of hurt.
There are holes, large
and treacherous,
numerous and lurking
like the cave lands at Cumaca.
And sometimes, in the solitude
of evening can be heard
the far off, muffled cry
of a blues bird,
a poor-me-one
or perhaps an oilbird
trapped among the spikes
of stalactites and stalagmites,
the cruel cage within her cave.
And yet somewhere, there's an ocelot
that will not be tamed
pacing, pacing, waiting
impatiently inside her
to bound out of the kitten
brought here by her mother
so many moons ago
to keep her company
in kitchen, room and field.
She is a cocoon waiting
to break out of its skein
and love, a true love
to believe in,
is all she really needs.
Copyright ©2011 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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