One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Friday, February 2, 2018
stop knowing and thinking
keep a nightwatch
search in a dark
keep guessing
is there canvas large enough for me?
my words are few
eyes are wide open for horizon
meaning is an anchor
my body used to be a shrine of lurking lives
what i was to do with that?
all lives are gone excapt my own
where is a sanctuary for celebrating birth?
look at this picture brother
we silhouette against the sea like skinny twigs
let's throw pebbles and ask our mother to tell the winner
she is a never fair referee who always keeps us in a tie
we will undo it
before i knew it
it was absurd
but now it seems banal
my thinking is a world away from living
i want to set my foot into the dust and wonder over prints that dissipated there in many twisted ways
at one am a dream in the shape of a miniature screen touched my face
and the captain of the Boeing started engines on my flight towards the morning
