Friday Poem: Plea for a Song
(after Kei Miller)
there should be a song for every love
that you passed on, a song for the ones
that you never quite got to or the ones
who you got away from when hormones
warmed your heart
for Amanda & her fair friend who didn’t
quite know how to sit like a lady but you
couldn’t sing a song to flaw her gesture,
you couldn’t find the right word to say:
I think about you differently.
for the pharmacy student with green eyes,
whose mystery wasn’t far-fetched,
for the bespectacled one whose
Sundays meant celestial white robes,
for her studious roommate whose nervous breakdown
for the medical student who left after first
semester, did she know of your proposed dialogue
for the next class in BOOB?
for the girl whose father held her hands & sent Electra
spark down your spine,
for the friend’s girl who covets you with
deliberate limb strokes under the pub table,
for the girl you meet the day after saying I do
in a shopping mall who would have said hey
if she hadn’t caught a gleam of the ring
on your fourth finger,
For the mosquitoes at ODLT
Who starved all day
To stuff up all night.
Nice piece Sir.
The BOOB part got me reeling with laughter.
One of the beauties of a poem is for it to capture reality in a very simple way with very few words and this poem does that,as testified by the ending.
For the girl whose lover calls everyday to ask after you, as if he cares for you,