January 22, 2013

you is a mysterious thing

Sometimes, when the moment is just right, I'll write a poem. And it might look something like this. And I might be happy to hear any thoughts you have on the matter, you mysterious things, you.

"you is a mysterious thing"

The notion of you is
a mysterious thing
and so are you

except, of course, when your globe
folds me in and holds
me inside its lines and stitches,
its weight and contour and spinning

I know you then
the way I know
our universe:
faintly, like a distant planet yet
pulsing and fully in that rhythm,
our orbit

at times, I feel everything:

others, I find it nothing short of miracle
that you,
in all your immense and forever you,
would moment with me unceasing

would share space

would wait with me
in my moment that is now



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    1. I'm so glad to hear that :) I have been writing poetry sporadically since I was pretty young, but lately I've been making a more concerted effort to build up a portfolio of sorts. It sounds like it might be worthwhile to post more poems on here! In the meantime, you can find a few odds and ends in my Facebook notes.

      The poem I was working on just prior to this ended up being part of a little experimental music collaboration (http://ampers.bandcamp.com/). I also recently wrote text for an original Christmas carol. It's fun (and ultimately imperative) to think of poetry musically, so those have been good opportunities for me.