Opposite the water
Meets the current
In his study
Motionless, Fabé
And his study
Into trapped
The brain above,
He shades the
Sieving tea the
Leaves seep and
Blowing and woven
Winds like
Throwing over
The new breeze
What, as always
Sways to be
So, and light
In-poured will
Touch sore Fabé
Or, the beam
Uponto leans
Wooden, atease
Supports still
Fabé who studies
Opposite the heavens
Writes of stars
Sat all above him
from april 1, 2019
poem from the past a day #12
it's not inspirational, emotionally dense, or otherwise meaningful, but what it is is a straightforward example of my ability to write lines.
the poem is almost symmetrical- it's just very competent and not much else.
