Some of My Recent Poetry and Artwork

 Signs

I don’t know him very well:

I know he’s read Kafka and Marx.

 

I don’t know him very well;

I know he is a bit younger than me

And much quieter.

 

I don’t know him very well;

I know he is passionate

About music

And talented.

 

I don’t know him very well;

I know he kisses gently

As though awaiting a further invitation.

The kind of polite kiss that says

He is cautious.

 

I hardly know him at all!

Bad girl that I am,

I ruin everything

With my impulsive heart

Given thoughtlessly

To a near stranger.

 

I hardly knew him but I noticed

He was lonely when I was too,

Noticed that

He was handsome in his own way

Both of us uniquely marked,

Complimentary.

He seemed, in his reticence, to say everything.

 

I didn’t know him very well;

And In my ignorant bliss assumed that this was all

A sort of sign.

But I guess we failed to align

Because soon after that time

He disappeared.

 

Signs are funny like that,

An illusion of time and events

That gives one a sense of deeper meaning,

Always fleeting

As perspectives change…

 

Signs are funny like that,

Showing up in so many faces,

Or a peculiar set of scenery

An inkling of

Significance to be pondered.

 

I don’t know if

This was a sign or a waste of time,

But it’s igniting sparks of recognition within me

Like fireworks.

 

I don’t know if

I should feel sad

But I do feel glad.

 

I don’t need to know him

To feel gratitude for what he meant in my life.

 

Signs of growth.

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