Words, meaning, feeling, poetry
I sat at a well-worn table in what used to be a store, now turned into a cultural center of sorts. Listening to a poetry reading. I don’t even remember when I was at a live poetry reading before that.
Poetry
Train 232 from Copenhagen
Darkening images fly past,
outside the softly vibrating glass.
There’s a draft from the window.
Bags stowed everywhere.
The comet
Black lands with black images,
skies of all absorbing velvet
Poem
Words in pictures
Pictures of words
Impressions captured in a moment
Making sense. Sorting it out. Living.
We’re on this journey called life and get to figure it out as we go along. Looking at Life, Faith, Stuff and how they interact in the crossroads of life.
As Yoda would say: “Choose carefully, we must.”
