Blockhead Existentialism
The tree was always there when
You needed it
Until you became a stump.
~~~~~
Truce
The poem
Wants nothing
From you
But to meet it
On its own
Terms—
Unconditional
Surrender.
~~~~~
Waiting for a Bite
Whenever I throw out a line,
I always hope
Something will be left when
The poem decides
To reel me in.
~~~~~
Concentration Means Resolution
Let the first thing
That enters your mind
Stay there.
~~~~~
True North
So easy to be misled
By aimless wandering,
But then again, no one
Ever found himself by
Using a compass.
NB: A note on Traces: Time to leave, hopefully not without having left a trace.
Not just traces : a wake.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the poems- faint lines traced upon a page can shatter stone and shiver glass, every echo has its ear to find.
Glad these traces made a "wake" and thanks for telling me so.
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