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My resolution for 2010 was to write a poem every day. By January 2nd I had already failed. Instead of scrapping the idea as a whole, I decided that to keep myself accountable I would post my writings to this blog every day. This place has changed a lot since then and so have I. While I'm not trying to write a poem every day anymore, I still love using this as a platform to share my thoughts, feelings and experiences with other people. So welcome to the public recording of my life. Feel free to hang out for a while. Read some old stuff, read some new stuff, or just listen to some music. Hopefully you enjoy yourself and maybe something here will speak to you in a way I couldn't have ever imagined.

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3.31.2010

3.31.10


What could I ever do
to show my love for you?
Searching, I try to find a way
to express something that words can't say.

The depth of the thing is greatly tall.
From its top flows a waterfall.
The mist of it travels wide,
watering all the countryside.

The lilies grow, their flowers bloom.
Life grows over the empty tomb.
Caterpillars feed on the lily leaves,
then curl up to rest inside their sleeves.

Trees blossom and bear their fruit.
The robin enters, its voice a flute.*
It nimbly hops around the tree,
then plucks a juicy fruit-meal free.

Back at the nest, eggs begin to hatch,
a treasure emerging from a chest with no latch.
Down below the fox pups play.
Their coats glow brown in the light of day.

Pouncing, rolling all around,
soft paws make a padded ground.
Up above, a noise is heard.
A bee buzzes by, its wings are blurred.

It zips and zooms back to the lily field
and gathers up its golden yield.
A cool breeze brushes gently by.
From the sleeve emerges a butterfly.

Flowers, birds, fruits, and bees,
waterfall, foxes, swaying trees.
All this beauty in just one view
of the crazy love I have for you.



*Admittedly, the flute is not the most bird-sounding instrument, but I couldn't think of a fruit that rhymed with piccolo.