Yes I know poetry is probably not attractive to most of the readers on this site. For some odd reason the majority seem to be techies, SF junkies and book lovers. But eitherways I am female (surprise surprise) and occasionally you’ll get hit with a fashion focused post or something soppy like this. All I can say is that I’ll try and restrict such to a couple a month. 
Song for the Girl Often Overlooked
Charmaine Cadeau
From the highway, your name
on a barnside
enacts desire,
makes everyone who drives by
call out to you.
Someone hand painted
you into this landscape,
what you are, what is had:
hint, root, lark. The looping
knot of wood, however planed,
suggests yielding,
a strong, open heart. You are lured
by roadside attractions: world’s biggest,
world’s only. Away from
any main drag, the smallest also
lean into you. At night, the empty
band shell at the park
lends a private concert:
bullfrogs, cricket song,
your song. In haloed
streetlamps, moths perform
shadow theatre, each one pretending to
be something else.
Worthiness, you think, has nothing
to do with love.
I think it’s good that you have poetry every once in a while. It brings out what I suspect to be “the real you” more than a random collection of links.
Regarding this particular poem, I don’t have much to say, probably because I’m not part of the target audience. Or maybe I am, and I just don’t get it.
:). I suppose. Or less to do with the real me versus mood at that specific time. I think.
As for the poem, as with all poetry it depends on what it invokes in you. In my case leseee…if one disregards the first 5 lines and moves on to the rest of it, it would seem to be focused on the act of existing. Of being a part of life. The yearning to travel. The art of contemplation sitting outside at dusk on a summer evening.
The last section, I think, is a curveball.
“Worthiness, you think, has nothing
to do with love.”
For it is true you know. In all kinds of love. Its got less to do with being worthy and more to do with what you’re used to and comfortable with. I think this poem was also a sort of follow up to the poem a couple of posts down which I should probably name at some point. I wont even pretend to know what my chain of thought was.
This poetry is like a curveball to your readers.
Mark: “This poetry is like a curveball to your readers.” How poetic. he he
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