When you are away from me not here
The whole world seems
empty Is
Of warm bodies (& dimpled smiles)
Poetry is Translation.
What Is into Words.
Words into
Interpretation.
Poetry is Loss.
When you are away
There is
Loss
Like poetry is collection of lost things.
Words
Objects
Actions
Memories
On paper are
(can be) a collection of lost things.
When you are away lost
to me
There is
No poetry.
The poems exist empty
On the page
Blank. They
don’t translate. (I can’t
interpret.)
My collection of lost
things
Is missing a warm
body.
My collection (words,
objects, actions, memories)
Is a missing poem.
My collection
Is becoming a poem it
is becoming poetry.
My collection of loss.
Words trying to be
poetry.
Poetry is loss. (The
loss of what Is.) [existing
outside of words, existing without the words]
My collection of poetry. Interpretation of, translation of loss
When you are away from
me Poetry
