Today I’m pleased to feature a poem by Rick Subber, a writing mentor of mine, dear friend, and fellow blogger.
I hope you’ll check out Rick’s blog for smart, light-hearted but deep insights and enjoy his piece here “Nova.”
“I pray you’re not the devil.”
Fears run skeltering through me,
thoughts come rushing, must I burn with blushing?
“Please don’t make me get out of the car.”
You bought my pies, I started when your smile
drew my gaze up to your eyes,
one quick breath—
I was the girl with the bonnet. Your fingers touched my hand,
your words were horizons, I felt the cymbal in my heart,
my breast pressed full inside my apron
“Don’t hurt me. Take me with you.”
I cannot think, I had no plan,
no impulse to resist your smile,
it beckoned me to cross a line,
it tore the thin cloak that pinned my arms
and wrapped my life
“I will be your woman.”
….I don’t know what those words mean.
Look at me.
I see a stranger in my body, a new spirit says my name,
new words boil in my brain,
this sudden dream jolts, this shaking….
I will not risk losing this chance to live,
I will not wait for another smile
to fill blank spaces in my life,
I will not wait until I have to say ‘I could have but I didn’t….’
“I will not be a girl with a bonnet.”
Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved
Read more of Rick Subber’s poems on his website.
The Australia Times Poetry, September 11, 2015