I sat at the computer last night to work on my poem, but sleep proved to be a stronger adversary than I had imagined. Sadly, I had to go to bed before I could write. So, the goal tonight -- double the poem fun!
#18
Lesson Learned
what do we have against empty?
the glass half so, equals pessimism
undeveloped land, bare walls, prolonged silence
each begs for filling
--condos, knick-knacks, an awkward joke --
sacrificing quality for company.
perhaps too quickly we let empty go
when instead we should revel in the room,
the unlabeled map, the peace of no words.
instead of filling up, maybe we should be clearing out
that's what you taught me
when you left me
(intentionally blank)
(but ironically not blank at all)
you taught me
empty promises are all I have to hold.
#19
Warning for Poets Who Write at Night
Beware the words coming at you,
flinging themselves like lemmings from a cliff.
They seem too small to say anything worthy;
they dart like shooting stars burnt out before they touch the earth.
Your eyes begin to close,
even so, between eyelids and darkness
words find way to paper.
Netted fish, they squirm and jump,
trying to leap back into the night sky.
Nonsense and philosophy all at once, the words and lines are
mute planets finding their own revolution.
And just as your chin hits chest, your fingers
slide across the keyboard -- sleep seems the victor --
yet, these words proclaim:
Listen!
and then the truth comes out --
what was hidden in the sunlight
glows on midnight's stage.
Put down your weapons, let the prisoner go.
Another poem is free.
1 comment:
Both of your poems are amazing, but i feel I can especially relate to the first one. It seems as though people are too overly concerned with awaiting those "half-full" moments in order to find happiness... and often times let down, instead of seeking happiness in all moments, even the "glass half-empty" moments. When one can truly enjoy all moments in life, that is true happiness.... which btw is my olw.
~Vanessa S.
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