2010 -- 3.1 (Fall) Poetry

A True Love Poem

I wanted to write you a poem.
Something true from my heart to speak to yours.
I wanted it to be the most clever, innovative, brilliant putting together of words you had ever experienced.

I wanted you to realize the beauty in my minds eye with the words on the page
the words I was speaking.
The words…
There is my dilemma.

Because what words are right to tell you that you make my heart smile?
See, those words aren’t right at all.
Its not a smile as much as its a cheeky grin, the kind of involuntary face twitch when you know you’ve really gotten over on someone, but that’s not the feeling behind the grin

Its really that you’re interesting.

You’ve lived the life of ten Andy Warhols.

And how can I impress someone who’s lived a life like that?
I don’t have any dharma bum tales, or stories of life on the road.
I don’t have any blues to speak of, my life’s been pretty ordinary – just a life.

I wasn’t up ’til four in the morning at a small cafe in Paris, smoking cigarettes and drinking espresso, writing what’s new, and fresh, and reinvented.

I didn’t backpack through Europe, meet up with poets like me, and join forces with them in our inevitable quest for meaning.

And yet I find myself leafing through memories in some pathetic attempt to find the place where, probably in a former life, our souls touched.

See, even “our souls touched” sounds so trite
                                                                           so cliché
So, I’m attempting a version of the truth here, even though my dad says there are no versions of the truth, there is just truth and I kind of agree with him on some level.

The problem with honest writing is that it gets boring real quick.
Honesty is dull, lifeless. And the great thing about poet-ing is that i can create whatever version of reality i desire, only the version i’m searching for is the one where you see me: bare, trembling

by Kat Douse

Biography

Kat Douse is a current student at SCF, Venice Campus. She enjoys her exciting career as a barista, and her challenging course load. She grew up in Brentwood, TN, and relocated to Venice, FL in 2002. She loves writing, especially poetry, and hopes to continue it for as long as she can.