Friday, June 30, 2017

Kerri Shying R - # 267 - The Lamplight Flickers

The Lamplight Flickers

enclosed
in the poetry
of making problems
I find

I am still
free    I find
some tiles
head first

I find out
nothing

at my hostel
Zampano  says
that clearing out the brain
is just essential   he has

a lightness I have long
come to see as
German 

he is bouncing
a heap of doonas
while we laugh

I lilt the way
back home     in my land
of chances     find

I don't aspire
to spires
keep walking on
my unpaved ground

3 comments:

  1. and even though
    one retires one's fires
    there's still no prosaic solution

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  3. Beautiful poem, dear Kerri. It has a shadow in it, I think.

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