poetic pictures
Monday, Jul. 05, 2004
two poems....one emotion...two authors..two different times...my heart...two pieces...one confusion...
rent
if you want my apartment, sleep in it
but lets have a clear understanding
the books are still free agents
if the rocking chair�s arms surround you
they can also let you go,
they can shape the air like a body
i don�t want your rent, i want
a radiance of attention
like the candles flame when we eat
i mean a kind of awe
mending the spaces between us-
not a roof but a field of stars
(forgive me for I can�t read the author�s name on my camera phone picture....I'm sorry Mr/Mrs. Author because I love your poem....)