The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...



Saturday, September 12, 2009

Dear Diary - a poem

Dear Diary

 

(and the saying at the bottom of each page)

 

 

I’d like to be good.

(The road to hell is paved with good intentions)

 

I’d like to be happy.

(Happiness makes up in height what it lacks in length)

 

I’m hoping for a better tomorrow.

(In Mexico, it is the busiest day of the week)

 

I’m going to change.

(Things have to change in order to stay the same)

 

I’m so scared.

(Honesty is the best policy)

 

I feel like crying.

(Something about the woods and the trees)

 

I feel like shouting.

(Something about hoofs, zebras, horses)

 

I feel like putting an end to it all.

(Something about taxes and that other certain thing)

 

~blank page~

(Something about trees falling and the sound they make)

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