Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Statements

(published in Microw Summer 2011)


(1)

My wings are clipped
And you set me free.
This winter I am hibernating.
When summer comes,
Well, let me see.

(2)

When I sent you all those SMSes
And you did not reply,
I did not mind.
They were actually sent to myself.

(3)

For a living I work.
As if to live
You just need to eat
And sleep
And go to work in the morning.

(4)

When I spoke
They barked all
As if the sky fell flat on them.
Now I am silent
And not a blade of grass notice.

(5)

I don’t know how much I love you.
Probably like the water, the fish, or the sky
That weeps
At your departure
To an unknown land
Across two rivers that stand at the end of the world
Waiting your return.

(6)

You choose to fall in love with
A butterfly
And blame it for your fall.

1 comment:

  1. Liked it.
    Yes sometimes not a blade of grass notices the treasured words or feet that walked across.

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