I didn’t know this empty room was so full
Until I began to clean its mess of emptiness.
Vacant houses in corner webs,
Tiny creepers across the floor,
Bits of someone else’s world,
Windswept under the bed,
Startled spiders seeing red.
Worlds within worlds, wee factories,
Neglected cemeteries covering other’s memories,
Uninvited neighbors and silent, secret mini-monsters,
An underworld, an outerworld,
Insect, outsects,
Not all the same,
Not all known by name.
Are we within worlds, within worlds, within worlds
of someone’s cosmos and galaxy?
Do we have worlds within worlds, within worlds,
within our cosmos and galaxy?
- August 22,2006
We're our own world, our families and friends and our enemies are our own world too.Nice writes bro.
I should do the cleaning on my headroom too... too many insects and outsects... too many times the same mistake, like buy too many times the same shoes, cause I have never use the first pair... and I bought it and bought it again... thanks for the vivid and ironic way that you used to take me to this reflection! I have to clean my room...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
too many insects and outsects... i LOVE THIS...maybe i will clean my room again tomorrow. Enjoyed this write..thanks, Sir Ben