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The Catcher in the Rhyme
by Amie GoldaI'm biding my time,
Living on a swagger
I drink in the world around me.
Tapping my foot
like the tic of the second hand,
I wait in patience between the shadows
Words will come to me when they will
From here and there,
Snippets of humanity or mind played games
That creep along the edges of our precious golden time.
And the laughter will fall into place
When my pen touches its tip to the space
Of the mem'ries yet unbroken by time
and the feelings still not numbed by wine
And when my words come, they'll come with a flavor. 01/04/2010 Author's Note: Pure nonesense title, I know. But don't get me wrong, I love JD Salinger's materpiece :)
Posted on 01/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/04/10 at 12:31 PM Nice write and welcome to pathetic. |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 01/04/10 at 02:02 PM Believe it or not I thoroughly enjoy the title -- definitely caught my attention. The piece itself was masterful, and definitely a fulfillment of the title. Great work here, Amie, I'm looking forward to reading more. :) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/04/10 at 04:36 PM ...amie, a delight rendention of a Salinger-ness write, i share that. that of the Catcher definitely caught me... i was in the seventh grade when, by accident, i discovered CatcherintheRye...and i was hooked, wrote a book in that style and he would be proud of your emulation of his style. and for a young writer which you seem to be, you out-do yourelf. a great write. great. cool. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/04/10 at 04:42 PM Very clever title. I like it. I like the idea of catching rhymes and words in the spaces between the moments and the people in our lives. Poems about writing are always interesting to me. Thanks, Amie. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/04/10 at 07:45 PM "living on a swagger", wow that alone is brilliant, Amie. But I like the whole of this, it is very much commentary on poetry, and a personal affirmation. And oersonally, I'm suggesting, poem of the day. Very good stuff. Delighted, Thanks. |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 01/05/10 at 02:22 AM "Tapping my foot like the tic of the second hand" I love this line, it was just awesome... :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/10 at 01:25 PM these words like ripened pears, fall unto the orchards of my soul.
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/05/10 at 01:54 PM oh how completely delightful and exotically creative! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/05/10 at 02:39 PM not a nonsense title at all..pretty "catchy" if you ask me! Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/05/10 at 06:05 PM I can hear this clearly as a song. Loved the title and all that followed, especially that last line. Thank you and congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/06/10 at 03:25 AM Congrats on being high on the Top 10, Amie. This poem is excellent and could very well make it to the top. I really like the knowing confidence in this poem. The writer is most definitely seasoned and speaks true of something identifiable to all us poets. Very well crafted, and exhibiting of said flavor.
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| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/06/10 at 05:57 PM I absolutely love this -the word 'swagger' says it all...this poem is just bravado and cheek and whistling merry tunes...thank you so much for sharing! |
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