Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Absentee
Dare to break the spell
Purge the myths where the words wallow
So frequently
So easily
So secretly
Set up the clandestine meeting
In a matter of fact sort of way
No more to it than that
No false expectations
No hidden agendas
No place for truth or beauty
A map of California on the table top
Was this his destination?
That shadow of a man
How imperceptible our shadows
Dare to break the spell
Dare to purge the myths
Dare for insincere reconciliation
a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link