A Strange Attractive Power Poem by Troy Cochran

A Strange Attractive Power

Rating: 4.8

It is the cocktail hour.

Too late
for sneaking up the chimney, bounding
out of the bubbly, over the alley,
over the rooftops
of the human

I am not one for saying grace.
I am not one for saying much of anything.

But I will Stand My Place.

I will hammer four stout nails
into the corners of my face.
I will call everyone Bob, and shake
each hand like an ape, and nod
at everyone and everything
to keep myself awake.

I will stay calm.

I will prop an elbow on the mantle,
and stand as if I wore a pistol.
I will allot myself one glass
and sip it all night long,
and no one will be the wiser.
I will say I am a poet
when they ask.
(They always do.)
My eyes will drive home, one by one,
a volley of wooden stakes.
I will be a lone white

I will grow smaller
as the evening wears on,
until I disappear
out on the balcony,
where stars, I hear, are strewn for the take
like shimmering diamonds on blue velvet,
and thoughts achieve a strange attractive power;
where higher noon is upside down;
and the Moon...

the Moon is a silver dollar.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: individualism,security,self,social behaviour,thoughts
This poem speaks to the humor and insecurity of maintaining a social mask when the honest sharing of self seems likely to be rejected.

(I believe the exterior universe is a mirror of an internal one; that I make my own reality.... Not your typical cocktail-party topic of conversation.)
Practicing Poetess 17 September 2017

And I would be right up there on that balcony with you, gathering stars, because, like young Alessia Cara, I don't enjoy playing society's games, either. The soul screams for a chance to be authentic! (Alessia Cara, in her stance on individualism, was the topic/inspiration for my poem No Dime A Dozen. She is an amazing young recording artist who won't let the recording industry shove her into its mold.) Thnoughts, not idle cocktail chatter, possess a strange attractive power. Well done.

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Troy Cochran 18 September 2017

I had not heard of Alessia Cara before, so I hopped on Youtube and listened to one of her songs ~ How Far I'll Go. What a giant little singer! I love her voice! And now having read your poem ~ No Dime A Dozen ~ I see that you've done her great justice. It speaks highly of you. Well done to you as well! :)

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Mahtab Bangalee 12 July 2019

I will Stand My Place/..../ I will stay calm../// beautiful poem penned.

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 July 2019

Shimmering diamonds on blue velvet! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 July 2019

An eloquent soliloquy bout the attractive power that is strange too. Heartiest congrats on poem of the Day.

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Chinedu Dike 08 August 2019

A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Well articulated and elegantly brought forth - a work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing, Troy.

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Jane Campion 08 August 2019

A one glass poet in a universe of his own. A poem of joy for all to read..

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Jake Deeds 12 July 2019

Ah, finally! A person who knows how to pen. Rare indeed. < > <

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Amir Marandi 12 July 2019

Great imagery. Well thought. Just awesome. Love it. Congrats to be selected as POD and grateful sharing it with us.

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Jenny Kalahar 12 July 2019

Love it! Too cool for the room, Troy! - Jenny

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