Book of Poems: The Sixth - Architechture.

Your lines resemble architecture of:

Forest.

 

Tree hands, nimble-limbed puzzle bushes,

fable-telling geysers gushing out loud-mouthed

Metaphors

 

 

Findings:

 

1. Views are allowed to differ.

 

2. Humbly there exists balance.

 

3. Semblance is useless.

 

 

We can climb rocks all day

and still stay the same in (head)space.

 

 

I found you from across the room
in a crowded bar
in the dark;

And that is why I like the night
And that is why I like the wild �"
the wildness of nature’s own progression
Into chaos of society �"
Into reckless mayhem.

And while you like the wildness of the wild
(like the trees in the lines in your eyes
And the rocks in the flats of your feet),
daylight resonating;
I like the wild of the today-man
The gritty compounds in city-stones
The rusty towers and run-down fingers,
Bleeding not from twigs
But the folly of humanity;

dripping red faded crosses;
the tangible shadows of self-created light
in a window,

on a street,

man-made architecture,

in the darkest of dark, beauty bouncing color on color on color.

 

It’s a beautiful thing, the world.

I’ll gladly explore every crevice.

And who doesn't enjoy the company?