Saturday, October 19, 2013

Feathering Away . . .

A forest to get lost
A sky to wander around
A river to get drenched and revive.
The feathers
that are spread in between
your smile and your silence
are innumerable.
And by gathering them,
I now try to make
a pair of wings
a boat
and a compass.


She And Sea . . .

as the meaning of the poems
that the sea wrote in between the waves
reach the shore as foam
the girl who just built her sand house
takes the foam to draw
in front of her small courtyard
and by shifting each of the poem
to the little girl's house
the sea roars.