3 Poems for the Pisces (3)

'Aphorisms'

I am nothing more than a platitude

Bleeding brushstrokes of banal

Cliché is my form of correct

More often than not

And melancholy is my heartbeat

While walking to the rhythm of my own

Earthen and nostalgic beat

The rhetorical device of the

Voice between my ears is

Poetic prose stitched of

Happy thoughts that struggle

In their swimming

On and on and on

I am nothing more than a girl

Breathing static waves of

Discomfort and surfing on the

Tidal wave of glowing

Beating

Overheating

Sunshine and festering heartbreak

I fly as a feather

Meek and weightless to gull that

Blows me back

And forth

In and up and down and around

The point on a page

I flirt over the River and drift

On into the woods

To see if my peripheral place

Is waiting there for me

I am everything of a cliché

As a story without an ending

Tells best

The banal of not providing the answer

Is the wonder of being a girl

Next door

Down the road

Singing the anthem of the universal

Universal platitudes

That beat on to the cadence

Of my soul