I am a woman of many names.
A life’s collection, in fact,
tried on in dressing rooms of elation,
false starts and infatuations, premises
designed for the backs of others.
Trying things on in ideas or people, in places I’ve been.
Discerning what fits or not, what’s priced too high,
beside what rings genuinely so
in the clear bell of my soul.
Some names remain—names I wear still.
Some interchangeable, suited well.
A collection of ideas coalesced, a coupler of connecting notes,
the jarring timpani, the repetitive litany, the well-choreographed song;
and you must know
life has come down to this in these years of gold—
I’m still the same girl I came here for.
Notes off key now and then, I was never lost, always known,
the soul of which knew well where I need to go.
It has come down to here and now, stronger for the places I’ve been,
I’m a full playing orchestra not done until the fat lady sings in clothes that fit,
with trails to be walked upon, and dreams that resound loud and strong
inside the clear ringing bell of my soul.
© 2014 S. Wolfington
March 12, 2014 at 12:05 am
This is really lovely, a well crafted poem. You have some strong diction going.
“A collection of ideas coalesced, a coupler of connecting notes”
What do you think of ideas that coalesce?
Active voice usu. stronger, more crisp.
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February 27, 2014 at 1:17 am
Be it a bell or full orchestra, your soul rings true within your lifes events. A choregraphed song of many tunes till the tunes fade one day after drawing a final breath.
February 26, 2014 at 11:43 pm
Thank you, dear sweet friend! You are so supportive, and I really appreciative of that!
February 26, 2014 at 11:41 pm
Thank you, dear sweet friend! You have such a beautiful and supportive soul, and I really appreciate that about you!
February 26, 2014 at 11:03 pm
Sing on, Singularly Strong, Sweet Soul!
February 26, 2014 at 11:44 pm
Thank you, dear sweet friend. You are so supportive and I really appreciate that!