This little thing appeared in my consciousness as i was lying down for my after-lunch nap. I wrote it out as soon as I woke up and went to the computer.
It’s very different from the deliberately constructed stuff, like ryhming poems, Patrarchian sonnets, or even ryhming couplets. Maybe it’s a sort of stream of consciousness thing.
I knew this girl.
She was not just lovely, but bright.
Intelligence shone from her words
knowledge of many things
evidence of a curiosity
as strong as mine.
She passed every test
that I could think of, aware of stuff
I knew but many don’t.
A companion sent by heaven
to be my friend, my other half,
one day perhaps even to be more.
We looked togerther at the stars,
the clouds, the Moon.
Contrails, lenticular clouds, and
standing waves that left stripes
of parallel cloud across the sky.
She knew them, looked for them,
called me on her phone to share
as I did her.
Who could ignore a girl like that?
` © Malcolm Miller 2013
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