I have not looked to the skies
in some while, as I did
in my youth, when it seemed
the midnight blue tarp twinkling
with the flecks of stars was
just out of my reach, that
if I just stretched an ounce more,
I could touch the empyrean.
I am too much inside, little
meditation in the cold of a
winter day, late at night,
no one around my sphere
of existence — my solitude
is too much in books, and none
breathed in the still of the
outer dark. Shall I lament?
I have discovered a world, here,
inside my own self, and not
just in the haunts of my madness:
in the mathematics of this
fever of motion, the wings
at my heels imagine flight.
There is much inside me that
craves to come out, to alter its
space and its time — to change
its world. This sailor goes
different ways than he once did.
The stars once guided men
in their courses as once they
guided me, but where I
travel, these days, my compass
is more mysterious, the seas
sometimes darker than
night, and the treasure I find
worth nothing to anyone
but this lone adventurer,
seeking just to find himself.
me?!
11:12pm tuesday, 2nd march
Hail the adventurer
me?!
11:25pm tuesday, 2nd march
By the way(I fear I am not updated),are you situated in Korea now,or still living in `the land of the free` ?
Stand
4:24am wednesday, 3rd march
I write to you from the Land of Morning Calm, Seoul, Korea.
Rich
5:34am wednesday, 3rd march
So is this a sort of journal/monologue thing? Its really interesting. Its not exactly poetry, there is too much in poetry that can be lost in inturpretation, but I like it. Really showing thought process and conveying emotions and ideas in a better way. Its enjoyable reading your work.
Rich
5:40am wednesday, 3rd march
Well, now that I have your backstory and explination of all this I feel free to say that I am sane I'm pretty sure. From what I gather, sanity is no different from psycosis except to the extent that we can forget our visions, store them in our subconcious. You have the benefit of seeing them always.
Katrina
1:37am thursday, 4th march
I really enjoyed this poem, in particular the line: This sailor goes
different ways than he once did
me?!
Stand
Rich