So, I’m still far from fully understanding poetry, but I admit that it’s such a fun and interesting form of writing. The genre allows me to explore the deeper meaning behind events in my own life, as well as the world around me. There’s a sense of exploration and sometimes even mystery that I like to unravel in these little poem experiments of mine. I just love discovering how certain objects, activities, and people take shape in poem form.
As one of my earlier poems that I penned in my freshman year of grad school, this one is centered around one of my favorite objects in the world: books. Enjoy!
Your Wealth of Silence
I sit on my dusty perch
full of secrets I must blurt
in silence, and trust that you
will build worlds of your own.
How many words must I give
to speak and make you believe
in every impossible thing
and bring tears to your eyes.
Laughter to your lips,
bursts of grief and joy
in your heart of hearts
and confront your worst of fears.
My markings reach your eyes
the second you reach me
your arm stretching to touch and grasp
what others do not understand.
Histories are trapped in my clapped hands
mysteries of the world and the life of man;
run your gaze over me and guess what you can see
all the universe in the apple of your eye.