Tag: reflection

What’s the point

Time flies
Mosquito bites
Something I wrote is bugging me
I’ve never been I patient fisher

Ah, but I miss the days I could
Fish. My big brother would
Do that for hours like days

Time flies
See? A new batch of flies
Fun fact: they live for, like, days

Time flies—urban flies
See how “the world” has changed for good?
For the better? Says who?
Was that the wind of change long foreseen?

Oh, fishy days—
Looking back at fishing days
When even then, I searched for older days
Trying to pintpoint the point of transition

Red Sky

Gazing at this crimson sky,
— it seems a mirror —
Of the blood-soaked earth,
Spoils of that war…

And the rain is precipitated
It can hardly wait to fall…
Washing the soil,
like cleaning a sidewalk,
that dirties as it dries.

Adapted from:

Céu vermelho

Olhando, este céu vermelho
— parece espelho —
Do sangue desta terra,
Espólio dessa guerra…

E a chuva precipita-se,
Mal espera pra cair…
E lava o solo,
como quem lava a calçada,
que suja-se ao passo que seca.

A Words’ World

I’ve updated the anthology to include this new poem.

There lived an okay poet, a man of his word.

No one lived happily ever after.
Before them, an okay life — stretched out.
Like poet, like audience.

The okay poet said, “it’s okay to be sad.”

I wouldn’t go that far as to go gentle into the night.
Far be it from me to run away from the set of conditions.
Yet I wouldn’t be caught between a rock and a hard place.

Isn’t it okay to be great?
The Words’ Word shapeshifts before these words.

Done Right?

“Did I read that right?
Is it what you had written,
or echoes of my mind?”

It’s that what I did write.
For writers don’t just inscribe on paper;
they engrave words into minds,
only if (if only?) they are strong-willed.

“But, writer (lucky bastard!),
your persona warrants your safety
while your words break people’s heart.”