Saturday, July 2, 2011

July 2, 1999

morning reflection 
12 years later: Remembering 
Poon Pak Keen, 1957-1999 






preferring 
dark indoors against 
framed blue/green sunlight 
is not a preference but a 
necessity I can't consume 
at the moment.


I don't know 
why this form of silence 
is so compelling, but 
shrill typed words sometimes
make it so; 


leaning back - 
the chair - 
eyes closed - 
feeling my head 
throb in blood 
pumping staccato 
is oddly comforting, 
but hardly a 
comfort. 




Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 

3 comments:

  1. Yes. I like the near-invisibility of the situation; contrasts well with the information. A clean clear picture of place and feeling, without extraneous surfaces. I like. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. feels like an old ill fitting garment that cannot contain the inhabitant....wanting to rip or burst...I feel a lot of power in this writing
    this mysterious writing

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  3. powerful indeed.
    Join Poets Rally today,
    We value your talent.
    Cheers.
    Happy July 4TH!

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