on being a young poet

like a child,
hungry for the world,
i went down on my knees,
trailing moments,
before the light
and color they came in
disappeared,
i am constantly puzzled
at myself,
for being too patient
with these wanderings,
people think i am funny
and strange,
but this is how i came
to find that the world
is a strange, tragic place,
a place i have come
to love for all its
deliberate mistakes
and painful absurdities,
the same way i forgive them,
the same way i forgive myself

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

We all must be a little funny and strange to be poets, I think. I find it strange that I am the first to review this poem.

[highonwords]

thank you for the visit, kl :)

steph