As I start to create my own little space in the poetry thread, I am uncertain whether it turn into cluttered chaotic whirlwind of words or if there will be one stark and solitary poem echoing out into the void of cyberspace.
I have a few old time "favourites" so I guess I shall select one of those to begin. Often my poems are very short, and I like them that way.
This one is a little sentimental...But c'est la vie.
Quote:
|
If I might bear the weight of the sun,
Prize free its grip, upon the tempting horizon.
Force sunset back, to travel east.
Sky up, I might.
If this orbit, I could cease into inertia
And thus, will a giant hand...
Send the Earth spinning re-verse,
To unravel time, like a ball of wool.
I might.
Alternately arranging our sunrises,
To better coincide.
|