Monday, February 2, 2009
this is how...
this is the way the light gets in
this is the way the
light
gets-in
through the window sqaures of goshiwans
through the bedsheets borrowed
through the truths spoken between the darkness of false allegations
this is how the light gets in
this is how the light
shines
through
through the unexpected things that bind two people into 3 then 4 then 5 then 6
through the moonjas that set phones spinning
through the arrogance of shyness
this is how the light gets in
this is how the story does begin
from the opening of a door
from the recognition of a heart
from the sobs howled in the kitchen in the farmlands mountainsides ocean coastlines
this is how the light
keeps
getting in
hear me now
this is how
the light
gets
in
through a memory of asking questions
and the dropping of your defenses
to the resurrecting of your walls
through stumbling along the streets
to avoiding everything that cannot be ignored
or drowned
this is how the light gets in
this is how the light
does glow
through the nights of 15 shots too many stolen items and forgotten moments
to the two sandwiches in the fridge
this is how the light
its
getting in
this is how the light
gets
in
through her 56/33 years of secrets
to her 65 years of deterioration
to the need for peace when there can be no
"happy ending"
this is how the light gets in
this is how the light
seeps through
through the shit and the fuck
through the hosed down jagged streets
and mopeds sonic roars
this is how the light gets in
this is how the light moans through
inbetween the dining
inbetween the cat and dog hair
inbetween the extremities of silencio and raucous rousing
this is how the light gets in
this is how the light
gets-in
this is where the begin again keeps taking place
this is where
this is how
this is when
the light
it keeps getting in
one small square
and a city view
can turn luminous
just open up the shutter
and you'll see
(that)
this is how the light
keeps getting in
this is how
this is when
this is why
this is where
this is now
the light its
getting in
and i
inbetween the sound of trains and a city that just begins to move at five at night
i can hear the light
its getting in
and ive got
my camera
ready
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1 comment:
You know, Kim, you really should get published. Your Blogs are fabulous poems - poems and photos - a great book! Just a though.
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