creativity
Posted to Action Poetry
by in_earth on 2003-08-12 11:17:00
Some of my life
has been drawn by words
sitting wrapt in illusion
i've cut a course
through confusion.
It's never let
me down before
and does not let
me down here
as I sit and see
the sea
of shifting sands
windswept
by sensation.
so let the words come
and contain these contemplations.
Oh hearts of the world
can you hear this whistle
can you hear this whisper
of your own heart?
the many meanings of your mind
unwind the feelings of your time
and unfurl worlds apart and unfold
a tempestuous peace -
for what could be so this?
what could be so now?
what could be so true?
what could be so you?
I have no truth,
but the chaos that escapes me
these random lines appearing
i have no truth,
but the combinations that efface me
these word-games interfering
with routine and normality.
what I want to be
is this
just this
to be what i am
just what is in me to be -
to be drawn by words
and draw the same
two mirrors reflecting
an empty space
between their reflections.
