Encountering (By Mimi Caneda Mata) Poem by Mimi Mata

There is a nuisance in this seemingly mindful world

How suddenly in a reverie, a vein tries to breathe

Within the partial life of a downcasted leaf;

Perhaps, one day meeting with 'others'...

And so my eyes search the earth with this kind of revelance,

What does it matter?

Encountering is brief and one walks away with nothing

Dreaming, only with a memory or a thought that dictates a misconception,

Or so to speak...

You can wield the sharpest weapon behind a smile,

Like how the moon 'half' full pierces the ackward of night with its edges...

So enlighten me, bring me dozens of words

That will not pertain to what I can never 'touch' in your sentences,

Like how one understands the softness of a rose in its liveliness,

Then forgets to cherish it after its death.

Like how a man wraps his hands around a womans waist,

And undeliberately falls in love only with what he can see;

Then the memory is like how a musician abandons a note,

And, 'oh, ' so suddenly again there is a familiarity with feeling 'something misplaced.'

Like how a tear in its disdain is like the storm amidst the outpour,

How, you don't know and soon this day or night will transpire to the next...

Enlghten me,

What does it matter?

Encountering is brief, and I'll share with you a smile 'half ' full.