resonance of reverberations: Fall

Sunday, 24 June 2007

Fall

step off from the end,
step down.
step away from the end and let the days fly by.

spread your arms and fall.
rattle the rugs
tear the empty pages.

fall free.

drop on air and smile,
not on your knees and cry
smile all the way down.

why be sad when you can fall
off this edge of blackened gold.
turn all that is belief
turn it to my relief.

fall and i await you beneath
i have grieved.
i too have grieved.

-not a matter

The Poet

I discussed with a colleague of mine today, that since i joined the financial institution, i've lost alot of that which used to define me. The philosopher is gone. The poet, all gone. The painter, the musician, the singer, the contemplater, they're all gone. I figured that it was a form of premature mid-life crisis (which traditionally begins at 40), so before i start piercing my ears, coloring my hair, listening to indie music and trade the family car for a 4WD, i shall embark on taking pre-emptive measures to ensure that such an incident does not ensue. This blog is dedicated to poetry, and with an underlying objective: to keep sanity in check. I aint no gawky teenager and neither am i a geeky adult. I'm just weird and let's keep it so.