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Archive for July 28, 2008

Poetica, naked

I am not a poet. I hated reading and deciphering them in school

But I’ve been slinging them out lately. All the poems I’ve written, I’ve felt deeply. I want them to be naked, stripped of clothes, pretension, artifice. I want them to display where flows and courses deeply, richly, wholly in my heart and soul.

Hear me

The morning fog
Silences the clatter
Of man
So my soul
Can be heard

My soul says
And feels
What is whole
Inside me

The fullness
And richness
That remains

Constant
Enriching
Nourishing

The shelf

Books, photos
Keepsakes, mementos

Snapshots so far
Of my life, lived
Displayed on the shelf

But something’s missing
And rightfully so

Something that can’t grow
Nourish, cultivate
And be whole
On that shelf

My heart grows
Nourishes, cultivates
When it beats and flows
Inside me

And not on a shelf
Locked away
Unable to fulfill
Its great wish

To serve the heart of another