Finally I’m getting to show you some poetry that isn’t ancient history! I feel like I’ve come a long way in improving my poetry since I started writing it regularly, so it’s nice to look not-so-far-back and feel good about the quality of these pieces. Today’s poem is one that I wrote in March, called “I Never Said I Was Ordinary.” As always, I would really appreciate comments about the poem’s quality – what works and what doesn’t? Does the meter flow well? Do the images make sense/ are they clear to you? Do the rhymes work? Is it too long/ are there parts you think are unnecessary? Thanks for reading!
I Never Said I Was Ordinary
you look at me as if there are stars in my eyes
blinding you with an unknown brilliance~
at least, unknown to me.
you say I don’t know it, but that I am wise
and I push you to the limits of resilience,
though I am too far gone to see.
you say the glimmer in my heart
shows itself in my written art,
yet I can’t see what it is I write,
as though my mind takes flight.
for though you see an innate beauty in me,
I only see what my eyes perceive~
if that is truth, then so be it.
I only see the world in its reality
with all the pain of humanity it can conceive
and the fleeting beauty within it.
my mind roams amongst the sea mist,
floating like a bird o’er the water, sun kissed
so yes, my eyes take on the absence
and glimmer with the reflection hence.
you say I am noble, radiating poise,
that I show a dignity born of confidence –
if I do, it was born of a once profound disquiet.
you say my voice is light and lilting, a sweet noise,
that my words leave you listening in suspense,
but I only hear the beauty of the still and quiet.
my dear, I am simply crying to the moon,
aching to sigh and sing and croon,
my voice rising with the song of a faery –
for, my love, I never said I was ordinary.