January 30 Stone #2
Flitting glances
I remember to look again, my hands stop in mid air
as I set aside the vessels...I look outside the kitchen window.
The setting sun shedding its glistening rays through the trees.
A gecko crawling against the wall, its tail a grotesque lump,
this unfortunate lizard has been giving me company
in the kitchen for many months now.
I've often wondered why its tail never grew back.
Or perhaps it did, just that it grew into this shapeless lump?
I was looking at one thing but this gecko distracted me...
January 31 Stone # 3
Blood and Gore
Two spots of blood on the wall!
Two spots of blood on the wall of the room- in the hospital.
She is sprawled on the bed next to the wall.
She has not seen the blood spots on the wall.
I keep looking at the spots.
I feel uneasy.
I find myself thinking about the story
behind the blood spots...
February 1st. Stone # 4
Looking or Seeing?
Paying attention to One Thing?
I look at one thing,
a hundred thoughts come traipsing in
through the window of my eyes into my mind.
I begin at one point an end up elsewhere.
Sometimes the eyes, they perform
the biological function of looking
but seeing happens with my mind,
and sometimes the thought falls
deeper into the soul.
The thoughts get stirred in words and language
and the clamour of mute voices silence the world outside.
Then they die an unknown death
without having sought to be expressed ...
I keep looking without seeing...
Flitting glances
I remember to look again, my hands stop in mid air
as I set aside the vessels...I look outside the kitchen window.
The setting sun shedding its glistening rays through the trees.
A gecko crawling against the wall, its tail a grotesque lump,
this unfortunate lizard has been giving me company
in the kitchen for many months now.
I've often wondered why its tail never grew back.
Or perhaps it did, just that it grew into this shapeless lump?
I was looking at one thing but this gecko distracted me...
January 31 Stone # 3
Blood and Gore
Two spots of blood on the wall!
Two spots of blood on the wall of the room- in the hospital.
She is sprawled on the bed next to the wall.
She has not seen the blood spots on the wall.
I keep looking at the spots.
I feel uneasy.
I find myself thinking about the story
behind the blood spots...
February 1st. Stone # 4
Looking or Seeing?
Paying attention to One Thing?
I look at one thing,
a hundred thoughts come traipsing in
through the window of my eyes into my mind.
I begin at one point an end up elsewhere.
Sometimes the eyes, they perform
the biological function of looking
but seeing happens with my mind,
and sometimes the thought falls
deeper into the soul.
The thoughts get stirred in words and language
and the clamour of mute voices silence the world outside.
Then they die an unknown death
without having sought to be expressed ...
I keep looking without seeing...
1 comment:
looks like picking words from air!
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