The Sound of Your Name
Anyone who knows me knows how I love dessert. They also know that words, to me, are dessert. Especially poetry. In fact, I’m the type of person who is always thinking about writing. Either I’m thinking about the characters in a story I’m working on, trying to work past a block in my mind, working on a poem in my mind. So, writing is like food to my soul. Poetry can range from being an appetizer to dessert. And, of course, I’m the type of person who eats my dessert first. Just ask any number of servers who have waited on me at Olive Garden. But the real meal, the thing that really fills me up because I spend so much time with them are my stories.
So, here’s a little piece of dessert. I have to get back to my meal. And this is a meal I won’t feel guilty about overindulging on.
A friend asked
How will I know
if she really loves me?
I asked him to describe
for me
how she says his name.
He looked at me
like I was crazy.
The way she calls your name
says so much
about her feelings for you.
Does the sound of your name
drip from her lips
like water washing across rocks
gentle, but forceful?
Does the sound of your name
push forth from her lips
like a beautiful flower garden
pretty to the eye,
a delightful tantalization of the senses?
Does the sound of your name
fall from her lips
like rain
during a summertime drought
leaving you parched and seeking
even a sip of something to
satisfy your thirst?
Does the sound of your name
tumble forth from her lips
like the sound of falling rock
down an uneven hill;
you don’t know whether you’re safe
or need to try and get away?
Does the sound of your name
naturally sweeten
like a piece of fruit
and leave you feeling soft
like the tiny hairs of a peach?
Is that really the only way
to know
how she really feels about me?
No, of course not
I told him.
But I love poetry
I see it everywhere.
I see life through poetry
Live life through poetry
And that’s why I listen to how
he says my name. And why I
want to share poetry with you.
Peace & Love,
Rosalind
