A poem was born like a loose thread
from the intricate tapestry of another,
a master’s. I read her poem out loud.
Now, I pull the thread, found it split
in two, one penned down, another sung
Once, I wrote to run away
from the daily drumming
of people parading
out in the streets.
Though you will never meet this poem’s
twin, know, dear reader, that is was she
who saved me from the skin-shearing
Shapeless moon patch of dead
grass cut skin on my back gauzy
fabric dress not made
for the occasion
It is the same moon, though aged
by more lunatic nights. Same spot in the park,
only then more alive, like you and me
when we were young and did
not care whether we dressed properly
for any occasion.
Some things don’t change, I admit
like the smell of dew after midnight.
That day I made it a point to mark everything to memory.I woke with a peace and did not immediately get up.
I opened my eyes and before me the curtains filtered
the indigo of the dusk outside, kissing the walls
and the floor with pink hues. I told myself ‘this day,
I will play a role, each movement will be deliberate,
no detail spared’. Dramatically, I drew the curtains,
opened the windows, felt…
Screams of delighted children echoing
from outside bring your face in the lack of light
A candle to the sadness I try to hide
Your hair will grow thin but I will not
see any strand on my sink
in the morning before work.
There will be times when
your anger will be more violent
than the storm that got in our way
but the answering screams
will not be mine, neither
the arms holding you
in the silence after. Your skin
will not escape the objectivity
of time. Even trees nearly
immortal wrinkle and sag. And you
will, but it…
Thoughts on darkness
We’re all sort of in the dark, I suppose.
But if you follow your heart, and meet rejection as you hit a wall, it’s really just God’s mighty hand giving you a pat, saying ‘good job, but you’re in the wrong direction, now run along’.
However, if you stand unmoving in the middle of the room, or let another hand pull you – they might get the tap,but you won’t even meet God at all.