"blackwhite" poems
I hold my favorite teacup
The one that not so long ago
Yet so long ago
He drank from.
I gave it to him because
I could trust him with my life
And that's how much trust
One needs
From me
To drink from it's gold-rimmed
Porcelain beauty.
"This is good."
Were his words
As he sipped
The sweetspicy chai
While I did the same from a mug
I did not hold quite so fondly.
He understood
At least
A bit
How important it was
That he held the cup.
I'd prefer that this
Could happen again
That I could make more
Chai
And we could sit at the
Blackwhite table and
Smile and laugh because
That would be good.
Better than to
Never see that smile again
And better than
Holding back from what I feel
Even if that doesn't last.
This morning I sip my coffee
From my favorite teacup
And I know that I
Will not deny
Myself
Any measure of love,
No matter how fleeting
I will not say no
Should he give me his cup.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
I am artsem issue
Issue not from goodsex
Unperson unfit for ownlife
Think strict bellyfeel
Doubleplus undark
Rectify misprint in oldthink
Blackwhite
Ref. joycamp issue
Not fullwise goodthinker
Of The Golden Country
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
in the land of golem, shades reign
identities spread all over the ground
they consist of ice-covered letters
names, written in the font of memories
in the land of golem, glimmering reigns
names spread all over the ground
sparkling fireflies hover over words
written in the font of forgiveness
golemland consists of shadows
golemland is a place of lights
guarded by a ward who is on high alert
his name is golem, a wise, weary creature
golem owns a diary with a bluewhite binder
each era is a time of reflection for him
golem walks up a steep mountain track
precisely at 8 o'clock, it's the year 1945
the mountaintop lined with shades, lights
they are transcending into each other
golem takes breath, 76 years passed by
since he started from the bottom
golem is sitting down among creation
it's the moment of a long awaited return
glimmering turns into a glare, relaxation
shades become shadows, tension
golem is looking at a blackwhite sky
his attachments whirring in the clouds
the sounds of the sea blowing upwards
golem closes his eyes, awaiting to die
then, golem is falling asleep and rests
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC