Sunday, November 13, 2005

My Friend

I have a friend
who says he knows
it’ll be a dark day
when he puts his hooded
sweatshirt on backwards.
“It’s dark in here!”

Plays the moment,
hide-n-seek with light.
“Where’s the window?”
It’s a long way through
the darkness of now.
My friend writes it down.

Finds the lesson at last.
Repeated. Not that I ever
put my glasses in the freezer
and wondered blind, and warm.
But not close enough
to find ‘em. And finally.

Recorded now, I see.
We read each other’s notes.
Who gives me sight?
Delight, my friend.
You are a lot like me.
We have our moments.

5 comments:

  1. WOW. I am so impressed. I hope you don't mind but I would like to add you to my blogroll. I think your poetry is really awesome.

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  2. joe cool,
    please do,
    and thank you too.

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  3. hum, even your comments are poetic. ;)

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  4. i think i'm on the verge of understanding something in this, but am I, or is that an illusion?
    I could be reading too much into it.
    Maybe I need to read it again..

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  5. drogidy,
    a successful treasure hunter finds what others don't. You do that through your art as well.

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