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
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Hist
Words in Amsterdam far from the quietness of Zen
This land of smoke and mirrors with houses that stand, or lean
Front to back, side to side; five, six, even seven floors high
There goes another tram, Judaism thus crossed by fen
In this hall of talk and jitters, tales that demand, or mean
Leave some slack, take a ride; thrive, fix, why heavens nearby
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text