I am full,
filled up
with these
small mutterings,
this wind,
these fans
whirring,
this clock
as it runs
its circles
and spends
out the days,
I am full,
the low
singing of
Persian music
in the background,
of Sitar and Oud,
the high tone
of the fluorescent
lights above
in their
shrouds,
the sounds
of light evening
traffic, blunted
by the falling
snow.
the world
without and
within enough
for living
this small life.
4 comments:
enctneI am full,
the world
without and
within enough
for living
this small life.
Lovely. So few words that say so much! A beautiful way to put things into a realistic perspective.
A miniature poem, like a miniature painting, containing an amazing amount. The short lines are very effective.
Doc,
Glad you liked it.
MB,
Well, it seemed to call for short lines. I'll try whatever tactic seems interesting at the time. Glad you liked the compression of language here.
Thanks for coming over!
I like a couple of things about this poem. First off, after several readings it retains its secrets. There's a lotta story there which this poem simply keeps to itself. Nice!
Second, this mild, gentle tone is quite seductive to the reader. It draws one onward.
Last, for such a short poem it has a lot of interesting sounds or noises in it.
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