Thursday, December 19, 2013

poetry
is other people.

you are
the mouthpiece

internalize
incarnate

live the life
of others and

use the words
to paint the landscape

a lonely island
of dead trees

the sunless sea
from oceans to cliffs

from bird to
worm

from your mind
to space

catch some stars
and put the twinkle

inside your jar
invent those fireflies

find out if they
still live

even without you
this air.

No comments:

Post a Comment