Things do not come to me
as they come to you
as through a door
opened to let in the morning light.
Poised and calm, you
like a clean tablet, take first impressions
every time.
Then outflow it in matter for the soul
or the mind.
In that white light of reason that bathes you
I stand blase and unclean
My amorphous mass
absorbs, and gains mass, infinitely.
To will, I shuffle
an impulse and a planning
of my thoughts and ideas
which way they course.
I do and do not
seek words, and pare and add
this way and that
to create the perfect discourse.
When it comes, it comes
like blood spilled
from subterranean veins
that had long contained it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poised and calm, you like a clean tablet, take first impressions every time. Then outflow it in matter for the soul or the mind...love and relationship pictured in a philosophical way...... thank u for your creative mind. a fine poem indeed.. tony