Poems

2016.01.05.2200 Tuesday

Tomorrow morning comes at night. When you wake up, it is already here. You go to bed full of the thoughts about the morning. Where to go, what you will see and do. All that you hope to accomplish in a day begins at night. At night, in your dreams, the morning comes. When you open your eyes, a new day is won.

New day
You are WINNER!

2016.01.10.2100 Sunday

I write, but I am not a writer.

I sing, though I am not a singer.

Slender
Tityre, tu patulae recubans sub tegmine fagi 
silvestrem tenui Musam meditaris avena;
You, Tityrus, lie under the canopy of a spreading beech,
wooing the woodland Muse on slender reed
- Virgil, Eclogues.

I am an artist, though I neither draw nor paint.

I am a scientist, but I have no lab or title.

I speak without words. I dance without music.

I laugh with no one around to hear.

I take pictures, yet I am no photographer.

I run, but not to get anywhere, nor to win, nor to get away, nor to lose pounds, nor to be seen.

I run because I am free and my hamstrings ache for release.

I am the wind in your hair on a cool autumn evening.

I am the firewood burning to embers in your cabin by a frozen lake.

The aliens came down...
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
They saw a man...

I am the wet ring around your warm finger, as you touch the frost on a window.

I am the lure, the bait that flashes red in dazzling sunlight on the skin of a lake.

I am the million sparkles and winks, with which the face of water greets an afternoon visit from the sun.

I am cold embers, floating adrift, evading one's touch that would turn me to ashes.

I am fear, sour and enticing, that spurns the mind in circles and sets the heart up flights of stairs.

I am the milkman, delivering milk.

(Well dressed, respectable. Unnecessary, obsolete.)

I am a hundred different things, all at once - and I am none of them. I am something more.

A waft of faint perfume off a shelved magazine. A poppy seed in a stable cavity, dislodged with a toothpick.

I am in a place all too familiar, like a habitual dream that resembles nothing yet feels like home.

I am not alone.

Has Ulix. Not alone.