Some more poetry

Saudade (originally posted 5/7/2004)
You and I
Are we ever alone?
Inertia always creeps in,
plonks down
cross-legged between us
refuses to budge
and so do we
till a rude knock
by the hands of the clock
breaks the Reverie.

19 minutes 38 seconds (originally posted 6/6/2004)
For 19 minutes
and 38 seconds
I waited,
for what I wanted to hear.
All I got
was how many dragons
you slayed,
how many duels
you played.
A day of your life.

For 19 minutes
and 38 seconds
I lived and I died
I smiled and I cried.
Tell me
did it rain
where you live?

(Yes, yes, I know that slayed is not a word. Poetic license, anyone?)

Poetry

I have been trying to get back to writing poetry for a while, with no success. Sifting through the archives of my old blog, I found some half-decent verse. Rhyme is definitely not my true calling, but I am a persistent suitor. Here’s the first of many reposts, and an apt one too – a summary of my approach to writing verse, originally posted on 1/1/2004

—
My schizophrenic sentences
think
they are parts of poems
and cut themselves up.
Mutilated, they
live up to their delusions.