&
can't be
won't be / translated to
this / this piece of paper
as if a box could be paper
as if / laying in the tub / staring @
the sky / thru open windows / could
some how / be / cathartic
how does on translate the blue
of dusk / that funny colour of the air
when does the dry ground of early spring
be come / a poem / / /
it can't /
all ways / the perfect words show up
when there is no where to re cord them
yes / come to me / only to be for got ten
yes / come to me / when the hour has
changed for ward / & the day lightens & lifts
this is when / my heart skips /
this is when / i plan my fate
when i hash out the pains / the re members
when i can't think / for the think ing
/
1 comment:
this reminds me me of this little poem i wrote several years back closely to this effect:
poetry
is (happens) in the most
in opportune time
for
poetry
something like that.
i have thought of this often.
the end of your poem is sad to me. i certainly can relate
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