04 June 2007
9:59 PM
congratulations to me, i wrote a total of 7 poems within this week. 5 of which were written just today. not counting all those that went into the bin. (hmm, say another 5?)
the thing about lovethe thing about love.
you don't write about it unless you
understand it.
if not, you write a poem like this.
you don't say it to anyone unless you
mean it.
if not, you write a poem like this.
you don't define it unless you've
experienced it.
if not, you write a poem like this.
no.
you don't write a poem like this, about love.
you find it.
(the next poem has no title yet, i can't think of anything for the moment.)lift your finger, stab the air;
think of how it stirs without a sound,
shifts in its state of invisibility, like
there won't be a trace of movement,
what is to come.
shileded by a cloack of nothingness,
emptiness beneath itself.
through and through, still no trace.
think about how a blade slices in, slices through, into.
you and me, we don't quite know this air, do we?
not the stillness, the quietness of it all.
winterthink about the way
(afterthought: why do i keep telling ppl to think?!) the pavement turns white,smothered by thick and thin sheets of snowy purity.watch the sun glower its way down into thedepths of the unknown - god-knows-where(god-knows-what)early evening;and climb upon the majestic mountaintops late morning.think about the fire aglowin the warmth of your cottage - cosy? or cool?watch the gardener scrape the remains of leaves, therustle of leaf to leaf, leaf into pile, pile into pile.then tell me,where would you choose to live?---------------------------------------------------------perhaps not.
