FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

it is always good to start with nothing in mind.
some people kill without motives,
with nothing in mind.
they kill just for the heck of it.
Nothing to do.
And everything hurts.

in poetry it is also good to
start on that premise.
nothing to do.
nothing to say.
just for the heck of writing.
no motives.
Do not ever think that with poetry
you can change this world.
without poetry this is still the same world.
a world which has nothing to say for itself.
nothing to do with you.
nothing in its mind.
That is why we are taking the initiative.
we put our minds to its round head.
we pour our misgivings
including our amazement
and we pretend that it is listening.
poetry in fact is nothing but a murmur.
a chant if you elevate it to a higher level.
a bird if you make it animated.
an ocean of mysteries if you want a little depth.
you sit there. you press the keys.
you expect a miracle.
nothing comes.
you imagine images.
thoughts come spontaneously.
do not manipulate it.
Just write.
you look outside the window.
sunshine arrives on the flowers.
in your window pane.
there are no words which you can see.
you feel. there is warmth.
The leaves of the china flower are
eaten by caterpillars.
There is a nest of sparrows.
The ylang-ylang blooms are gone for now.
And then i say goodbye.