First attempt to bring poetry back
When I was a kid I learned how to walk in the hands of strangers, abandoned by my family at the age of one. They said I started to talk nonsense and was to annoying. Later on I found out that, that was something people used to call poetry, but it was to late. I kissed her goodbye ages ago in my home town train station. This is my first attempt to bring her back, it’s a triolet.
I said your name in an empty room,
It felt silent and changed
Like the mint in our back yard.
I said your name in an empty room
And heard the maid resting a broom,
There’s no more dust to sweep.
I said your name in an empty room,
It felt silent and changed.
November 6, 2011 10:11 pm
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