Why write
A line
A verse
A poem

To live
Another minute
To find
My answers

To
My questions
About why
It is

What it is
And although
May not change
Gives me

Some small
Comfort in
A written
Thought

Not done really
For others
But mostly
for me

©  2017 Jim Davis

I'll tuck you in the pages of my mind,
A memory I've left behind,
Filled with passionate words unspoken-
A window that I can't leave open.
One day when you're not a longing,
And I've found a sense of belonging,
I will unstuck the page,
Without having to pay a wage,
To that feeling of being hollow,
That at present I cannot swallow.
Because my life is a process,
Of not counting my losses,
And letting go of the past,
By not expecting it to last.
Life is moments in a collection,
None meant for resurrection.

You pass through light searching for me.
From the way you don't see me
not even when I take the shape of a cry,
I understand that your supreme triumph will be death.
Despair is an empty space
in which no one meets no one.
Despair is an autumn in which
the highest peaks are strangling each other.
Where can you be?
It's as though my days have slipped away
in a shrill season
of no one,
and no one can recall
what light flashed across their faces.

Carmelia Leonte from *City of Dreams and Whispers

I have been, I am and I will be documenting the complexities that run rampant within.

It’d be easier if my mind and heart spoke
the same language. Most times they’re in conflict.

So I’ll cope in the best way I know how.
I’ll keep posting...

Because no amount of sentences...
Can succinctly form the verses that fully capture what I see and think.

No amount of metaphors...
Can successfully mask and satisfy what I truly feel.

No amount of poems...
Can accurately draft the blueprint of what and why I am.

Do forgive me for I have fallen far and deep. And for the umpteenth time, I am looking for that window or door so that I could see and taste purpose again.

So please bear with me...
There will be more to come as I indulge in my quest for equilibrium.



Yours in ink,

ryn

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