Tuesday, April 21, 2009
grace in passive (or: a given)
--of feathers, flight and forces of nature--
your heavy breathing
me, light as a feather
raised, floating up up
soon blown away
to drift is not the same as to dance
-- a senseless feather has no will to move
it moves, being moved.
your strong hand
me, soft as a feather
squashed, flattening more more
soon part of the weave
to cling is not the same as to nestle
-- a pressed feather has no warmth to give
it gives, being given.
your heavy breathing
me, light as a feather
raised, floating up up
soon blown away
to drift is not the same as to dance
-- a senseless feather has no will to move
it moves, being moved.
your strong hand
me, soft as a feather
squashed, flattening more more
soon part of the weave
to cling is not the same as to nestle
-- a pressed feather has no warmth to give
it gives, being given.
Labels: poem
Thursday, April 02, 2009
listening to the message
"finally" I thought
you had me on the line
a call I'd been awaiting
(trying to resist,
succeeding somewhat)
"you're there" I thought
you had me on the line
the call was cut off short
I was cut off
disconnected
silly me,
I'll keep the old number
in case you'd call again
silly, silly me
you had me on the line
a call I'd been awaiting
(trying to resist,
succeeding somewhat)
"you're there" I thought
you had me on the line
the call was cut off short
I was cut off
disconnected
silly me,
I'll keep the old number
in case you'd call again
silly, silly me
Labels: poem

