Poetry is like the wind rushing
to where there is not much wind,
tinkling rhymes,
seraphic chorus,
the sound of chimes.

Poetry is sometimes
turning stems into knots
at the tip of the tongue.

There are no words for
the machinations of the soul.
The science is a thing forgotten
that no one ever knew.
The drums of crazed genius
muffled by the derision of language.

Not hearing the rhythm, you forget the music until your heart
sings again and you dance free like a young ballerina
cutting ballet. No poem is a picture that captures
the fluttering, soaring and sinking in the heart’s chambers.
You choose a word that fits, discard ten of its brothers,
yet feel surprise when your sentences have no answers
for the questions in your chest. You mourn every phrase
you have lost as you fell asleep. Knowing not
what you forgot, you move on to new questions.

You cannot miss what you’ve never felt, but you can yearn for
something you’ve forgotten. What is the difference to you
if you cannot remember the difference? The embryos of
the heart and mind are fragile. Your heart sings of a country
it cannot see anymore now that your back is turned,
you cast fishing nets behind you into the past blindly.
You remember that you have forgotten, and you forget
what bears remembering. You remember a day long past
not as the day that passed but as the memory of its passing,
yet feel surprise when years and forgettings later,
it happened to someone else altogether.


One Comment Add yours

  1. timzauto says:

    nice post …we would love for you to write a poem for our challenge , just follow this link we have challenges one a week ..Thanks Tim

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