old candy's wrapper

asphalt

Sometimes only, it takes
to flip through old pages
left under the sink
by a rat,
which couldn’t taste the ink
well then,
smeared on to the bait

find unprepared pieces of an idea
opening up its folds like
scraped food off the plates,
rotting nutrition off a seed
nurturing it to stink
cause its time to plant it

find a place under my pillow
heavy with thoughts
warm with weight of years
cushion of an imagination
comfort of a darkness
cocoon of a sleep

to help it bloom
in a closet to heal
in company of memories hanging
from drapes that clad my dreams
insulated from a day whose light
has obscured many beliefs

to allow a bundle
to open up its gifts
scared and timid then
now willing to reveal
few fragile set of strings
that tie few meanings
stammer out whispers now
and I remember myself back
in the wind.

Being Enlightened

This is one of those ones I can read over and over again! I loved your descriptions!!! To me, this was like finding an old half finished poem and trying to breathe life into it again---being "back on the wind", to me, was like trying to channel the feeling that brought the first part to light, but, it just being out of reach (whispering bits and pieces). Or, even perhaps "whispering" all the past's secrets in your ear and reopening those feelings again. I haven't quite decided but, that's what I really like about this piece--it made me wonder. And my interpretation is probably WAY off what you were going for but, that's how it goes. Good job, asphalt!

asphalt

that's why i share poems now ... which i didn't do for years ... assuming them to be very personal ... i see how it implies ..

BE, thanks for the patience to go through the lengthy poem ...
and i must say .. partly you have struck at the right idea ....

i tend to write wherever, whenever ... and many times .. the idea and poem remains unfinished ... with work schedules making time more busy .. such unfinished pieces are more abundant in my bag ..... which wait for their turn .... to be re-written.

that's what the poem's about ..
an old experience, feeling , penned down in haste in its heat..... and found much more beautiful months afterwards ...... and the descriptions of how the idea is so proivate that it is reluctant to share its passion ... takes time to bloom ...... like an old cany wrapper ....... i'm back in the wind .... with life .... like an old candy wrapper ... the poem finds its flavour ..... maybe ..... hidden in the nostalgia ........

asphalt

that's why i share poems now ... which i didn't do for years ... assuming them to be very personal ... i see how it implies ..

BE, thanks for the patience to go through the lengthy poem ...
and i must say .. partly you have struck at the right idea ....

i tend to write wherever, whenever ... and many times .. the idea and poem remains unfinished ... with work schedules making time more busy .. such unfinished pieces are more abundant in my bag ..... which wait for their turn .... to be re-written.

that's what the poem's about ..
an old experience, feeling , penned down in haste in its heat..... and found much more beautiful months afterwards ...... and the descriptions of how the idea is so proivate that it is reluctant to share its passion ... takes time to bloom ...... like an old cany wrapper ....... i'm back in the wind .... with life .... like an old candy wrapper ... the poem finds its flavour ..... maybe ..... hidden in the nostalgia ........

Being Enlightened

asphalt wrote:

that's why i share poems now ... which i didn't do for years ... assuming them to be very personal ... i see how it implies ..

BE, thanks for the patience to go through the lengthy poem ...
and i must say .. partly you have struck at the right idea ....

i tend to write wherever, whenever ... and many times .. the idea and poem remains unfinished ... with work schedules making time more busy .. such unfinished pieces are more abundant in my bag ..... which wait for their turn .... to be re-written.

that's what the poem's about ..
an old experience, feeling , penned down in haste in its heat..... and found much more beautiful months afterwards ...... and the descriptions of how the idea is so proivate that it is reluctant to share its passion ... takes time to bloom ...... like an old cany wrapper ....... i'm back in the wind .... with life .... like an old candy wrapper ... the poem finds its flavour ..... maybe ..... hidden in the nostalgia ........

I enjoy your writings, asphalt. LOL! I do the writing wherever, whenever thing too and I know, being busy's such a bitch! I'd rather drink espressos and write poetry all day but, LOL, I try to write as much as possible anyway. I sometimes feel bad that I put some aside because I can't seem to get a continuation, a flow going again and they just go back to the drawer. We should start a thread called "unfinished".

I'm gald you started sharing! Mine'd never really see the light of day if I didn't share 'em here.

asphalt

hey sure ...we should start posting poems which suffered the backlash of a capitalist engagement with time ....
let the old wrappers flow here in the wind ..
let this be the dumping ground .... for the unfinished poems .... sometimes they make amazing sense i know ........

or else we may start a new thread...... u go ahead enlightened !

Ms. Haiku

I really like your poem I am on the same wavelength with BE in the interpretation. By the way, did someone mention espresso?