3:00pm
POIEMA
I write/
with my being/
a signature into this world/
a poiema, a living poem/
I become/
We write/
with our beings/
and leave a legacy/
of belonging, isolation, connection, dissonance/
Hidden stories/
whispered/
through the village walls/
cold, stagnant, innocent, fenced/
we furnish ourselves with modernity/
and forget the prominent/
that continues to take shape/
A city poiema written/
but not birthed/
finds its way/
Life nor death withhold/
A passionate tango/
To unfold
Saxofoon tunes/
rigorously messing up/
down tones/
of a desolate dull ruin/
Trees’ greens wriggle/
up to Light & Life/