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...

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Choices and Consequences

Choices and consequences

Pleasure and pain

Not wanting to hear again

The trickle of the tap

Between one exaggerated thought in the night

And the other milder version bathed in sunlight

The next morning.

It's not like life and death.

It's more subtle, more probable than that.

You live with it, you die with it,

there's no difference.

Of choices and consequences

Of mice and men

Of knowing and not really knowing

Of fishing shadows in the dark

Grasping demons by their tails..

Of running away without having to say

Goodbye, and all that it entails..

No love lost between the poles

between two full stops

between fires going cold

and ice melting into liquid obedience.

Figures of speech are choices.

Texts are consequences.

There are rules but there's no one left

To abide. We all hide.

It's what makes the difference

Less obvious than it should be felt.

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