Heat from the pavement rises up my feet or is it from the bodies pushing, nudging, jostling handbags, backpacks, paper bags are instruments of pain bruises blooming words forming, stopped before they are borne to cause more harm Roar from traffic or is the stampede of thoughts that race through my head red cars, yellow taxis, silver, grey, black, white all the same, noise pollution, air pollution, soul pollution the sound box churning, swirling with acrid smoke and cracked mirrors words floating, never landing Glare from the sun or from the many faces that look but do not see black, white, short, tall, wide, heartshaped, blue, brown reflecting sadness, emanating pain, stifling pain words unspoken, words lost words to define, to give shape, to validate until the words are found, there is only the void.
Intro to Poetry, Day 2: Face
Rain falls in noisy sheets drenching parched dry earth where a seedling wakes up
Intro to Poetry, Day 1: haiku on Water
Brows furrowed in consternation, reschooled, rearranged into too bright a smile. "You look fantastic! So much better now!" follows all too quickly A shuffling of feet. when can i politely take my leave? without seeming rude, ungrateful, without causing worry, offence? "Are you resting enough? How are you feeling? Are you eating well? Are you back to normal?" i mumble something or other, eager to get away from the concerned glances that are shot my way. Am i fine? i feel fine. But i guess the scalp peeking out from my closely cropped mane, the scar adjacent to my lip, mostly faded, but still mocking, the shadows under my no longer sunken eyes, hinting at darker days surprise, shock, evoke concern & sympathy from those i chancely encounter. I am fine.