This poem was published on my Poetry blog. It's called:'Saturday night recap'. You can read it here or in a more Poetry-minded atmosphere on everypoet.net.
Saturday night recap
Voices of the afternoon are heard in a real headache. What do they say? What do they murmur to me? What is their call? How can I turn this happening to our benefit in a new text world, in a new sharing of thoughts together, into a text happening?
I want these calls to become a Festivity of words spoken to you in speech. I want my words to equal or even transcend the Light felt here, the Light felt all around.
I am working on my future. I am sharing my future with you. We are all working hard in difficult times during the biggest financial crisis since 1929. It’s the biggest crisis ever! happening right now. It’s something we are all part of somehow.
The pressure has never been felt as I do now. It feels like it’s never going to end. It feels like the future is about survival. That’s why I write. That's why I write. It comforts me.
That’s why I want to turn the Light felt here into a gathering of thoughts into a text Festivity into something that is free and for everybody to benefit of even though my words are somewhat downbeat and chosen during moments of fatigue and my words are somewhat lazy to find new heights and new directions and new dimensions.
Keystrokes are heard all around me. It is busy and the Light felt here is Festive!
The afternoon descends and my thoughts are laying back already towards the weekend. I cannot see where the flow of the keyboard leads me. I cannot hear anymore where I am going.
Still I write this down.
I want this to be known how uninspired and un-poetical this scripture will remain in time. I just want to write this down.
Yesterday I was off the planet. My words where flowing like a canyon in the Sky. My words were beyond me. I was high on the keyboard. I was on a lost highway towards unknown kinds of directions. The Boulevard of words had been set before me. My mind was not there. Slowly, slowly it is coming back to me. Slowly my face, my mask is disintegrating and the face behind the face of a writer is reappearing through me. I even wonder of a way to break through the Ice. I even wonder a way in which the Boulder will reach its destination. It should explode! It should be in Harmony. It should be going right through the center core of the Universe and come back to me as a needle is heard falling in a bathtub across the Galaxy and echoed to unknown dimensions on the exaggerated nonsense I am writing now.
These are but words, words to share with you in a special moment of Light -a special moment of happiness -a special moment of gathering before the weekend in remembrance of the calls heard in the afternoon in an office a long way away from your thoughts -a long way away from my blessings, a long way away from the financial crisis.
Poem category: harmony! Love Coming together
