I strive to write for people, caring far more for the connection to a garbage handler.
tonight I feel the sting from the absence.
I am going to bed now and hoping to sleep and awaken in a different light.
prize fighter
I am not a fighter;
never been.
writing poetry and
loving;
an unknown
contradiction
carrying notebooks,
pencils in back pockets
while looking so aggressive,
massive.
- hoc Scripsi
hell, yeah. (*amen* is probably more appropriate, but that's just not my 'thing' ;))
ReplyDeletethank you for that...and yes...to gather the fragments of life...
hope you slept well...
You're a contender with pencils and words.
ReplyDeleteIt never ceases to amaze me how real your poetry is Jhon. Simple eloquence.
ReplyDeleteyou are a writer with smart thoughts.
ReplyDeleteYou are a wonderful contradiction. I think you would punch a poet's poet in the neck...
ReplyDeleteA poet's poet is a selfish person I think, who writes only for himself and no other. I like poets who reach out towards others in an effort to make a connection.
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Love the 'unknown contradiction' line!
ReplyDeleteThis is a good poem. What people see, and what we are, often are quite different.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of carrying around pencil and paper. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteParasol
hoping to sleep and awaken in a different light
ReplyDeleteIsn't this what we all do, every night? LOL :)