If only you would,
say you remember me.
Cause I’ve waited for you
since the day you left me.
I’m waiting,
in the room that was ours.
In this room,
I wait.
Devoid of hope,
and love,
and cheer,
somehow,
I wait for you,
my dear.
Every day I hear the door,
I run,
and throw my arms out wide,
hoping to see you…
But you’re never there.
In this world of ours,
so harsh and hostile,
I wait for you.
if only,
you’d wait for me.
Oh mother dear,
you’re gone now,
but I can’t help remembering,
the times you held me close,
or rocked me in your arms.
I loved you so,
dear mother.
And I waited too long to say it.
And now sickness has swept you,
from the realm of the living,
away from me,
and out of my life.
But I’ll keep you in my heart,
in the part reserved for you.
I beg you now,
mother,
to look from heaven,
to the earth below,
and hear me,
as I say,
I LOVE YOU.
I’m changing it up
you see
to be unpredictable
to be sly
to be funny
to be interesting
so don’t expect
for me
to be the same
it ain’t happenin’
cuz I’m hip
and I’m cool
and I blend with the crowd
and stay different
all at the same time
so tell me
am I
blowing
your
mind?
I hear there’s a kind of human being
that appears to be, but isn’t
I think they call it a “human doing”
An unnatural twittering thing that lives to act
They say this juggernaut of motion
is addicted to a succession of multi-tasks
so that it doesn’t sleep and eats only to feel alive, with infinite thumbing of keys and characters, a parade of digital doings, on virtual spaces and books with faces
The other day I chanced upon this human doing
Staring at me with eyes (that looming with discontent)
Reached out from darkness in the bathroom mirror
And was forced to see, to listen, to be
Poetic Ponderings 