| | "Like some passing afternoon..."
I keep posting with extended gaps. It's not that I'm lazy, which I am, but there just isn't any poetry anymore. Not even to write of. It's not that the world has changed, but my heart has. I was sifting through some older work and I was just so amazed, that even at the early stages, there was something beautiful to be found in all things. It's said that the heart is a mirror of the world around us, and like any mirror, the clearer the glass is, the fewer smudges and stains there are, the clearer and more colorful the picture. So then the lack of poetry isn't because I've lost my ability to write either, but something else entirely. Something far more intrinsic and important.
You always hear about people "jading" with time, with experience, with age; but I wonder if the jade is a natural outcome of things, and not just a choice we make because it's easier to stop caring. I hope not, it would be awful if this were an non-undoable state. No one likes to hurt, but if that means I can find things beautiful again, it would be worth it. Nothing can be worse than unhappiness. It would definitely be worth it.
In any case, here's something a younger heart found beautiful. I'm not sure of the date it was written, it was typed from a sheet of paper three years ago (I'm guessing) so it's safe to assume it might be from four years back.
Enjoy.
There is a tree outside this window. Standing so still as if a picture painted on the wall a thousand little yellow leaves still asleep the topmost branches bare balding The wisps of cloud hang motionless in midair against the softness of the blue. Unwavering sunlight Unflickering shadow And I am sanctified, in the calmness of this 8:15 morning, as the first little yellow leaf bathed in sunshine. —me 8:18AM Daley Library 3rd floor spot.
God's Peace
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| | Posted 5/24/2008 12:25 PM - 172 Views - 12 eProps - 7 comments
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