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 hours ago
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.
ReplyDeletefeels 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
ReplyDeletethis mysterious writing
powerful indeed.
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