A small point of light
Shines in the corner of the room.
The rest of the room is dark.
The light is
Yellow
Sharp
Indistinct
Because I'm not wearing my glasses
It doesn't light up anything else in the room.
It's a solitary light,
A light that is not
Prone to sharing
And I wonder
Does light
Go to kindergarten?
Showing posts with label I have no idea what this poem is about. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I have no idea what this poem is about. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Thursday, February 8, 2007
This morning
Just before I woke up
In the beautiful sliver of time between complete sleep
And the world awake
I had a dream.
There was a hall
There was a hall that went on
There were doors in that hall
That hall that just kept going on
But the doors looked the same
As all the other doors
In that hall that went on
And on
There were flowers on the ground
Growing and green.
And that was all.
Just before I woke up
In the beautiful sliver of time between complete sleep
And the world awake
I had a dream.
There was a hall
There was a hall that went on
There were doors in that hall
That hall that just kept going on
But the doors looked the same
As all the other doors
In that hall that went on
And on
There were flowers on the ground
Growing and green.
And that was all.
Labels:
dreams,
I have no idea what this poem is about,
you
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Luke shoud let me sleep.
Dance
While asleep
And leap
Higher then he can.
While asleep
And leap
Higher then he can.
Labels:
dance,
I have no idea what this poem is about,
men,
movement,
people
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Call on Me Inspired This
Dancing
But not free
Not wild
Not with the wind
And the trees
And the sky
But Dancing.
With sweat.
And unpleasant people.
Loud music.
Lights.
Headaches.
Drugs.
But the sweat is good
Not all the people are unpleasant
With the music so loud, you can feel it inside of your body
Lights that take you away to another place
Your head hurting because it's so full
And drugs
Well
Less said about that
The better.
(http://youtube.com/watch?v=Rk_MtobEmVQ)
But not free
Not wild
Not with the wind
And the trees
And the sky
But Dancing.
With sweat.
And unpleasant people.
Loud music.
Lights.
Headaches.
Drugs.
But the sweat is good
Not all the people are unpleasant
With the music so loud, you can feel it inside of your body
Lights that take you away to another place
Your head hurting because it's so full
And drugs
Well
Less said about that
The better.
(http://youtube.com/watch?v=Rk_MtobEmVQ)
Labels:
dance,
I have no idea what this poem is about,
music,
night,
people,
vocal poetry
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tonight
Tonight
I will call you
I will call you by your name
Tonight I will call you by your name
And I will leave
And I will leave it at that
And I will leave it at that until you call me back
Shouting my name
Shouting my name with desperation
Shouting my name with desperation until you realise
That's not my name any more
I will call you
I will call you by your name
Tonight I will call you by your name
And I will leave
And I will leave it at that
And I will leave it at that until you call me back
Shouting my name
Shouting my name with desperation
Shouting my name with desperation until you realise
That's not my name any more
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