Two Poem Tuesday
In celebration of having this blog for two days, I had the bright idea to throw up two poems. And, speaking of “bright” ideas, both of these sorta kinda have to do with the concept of brightness. Well, one is about light and the other dark; not to draw metaphor to any good/evil dichotomy. Anyway, here they be – separated by a fittingly cliché picture of a sunset I took – Enjoy:
I stare at the light
Until it obstructs my sight,
And I gaze at things with their new,
I space-out at the spiral coil of a bulb
While my space starts to spiral and dissolve.
I become the self-appointed king of esoteric geometry,
As celestial circles weave wildly on the white wall.
There’s aesthetic beauty in relinquished reality.
Yet, the spineless demise of blindness will arise,
To those who give light a lengthy looking of the eyes.
Wax Wings Waxed under the Waxing Gibbous
I, like Icarus,
Reach great height.
Though I’m aware
His fallacy of flight.
He flew too high
With sun in sight.
When I fly high
I wait ‘til night.