for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

what’s it/for me…

what’s it
for me who can’t see?
sun patch

Truly an experiment. I’m pushing this poetic form to the edge, it seems to me, learning to risk my foothold–as if I’ve ever had a steady one. But I feel more comfortable in what I’m doing. This perhaps could be the right thing or merely the gateway to a long more arduous path. I can’t see it for now because of sun patches that veil it. But my heart does…here I go justifying myself with truths I once read like ‘it’s only with the heart that one can rightly see, what’s essential is invisible to the eye’ from Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince), Antoine de Saint-Exupery

December 17, 2011 - Posted by | haiga, poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , , , , ,

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