A Life Of Commas And Semicolons The Pauses And Hesitations Of The Ellipsis The Catastrophic Ending Of

writhing, decaying in endless cycles

You long so deeply, as if it alone could pull you, yet your will remains untouched, motionless. For desire stirs the mind, but only the will moves the body.

As Moth Is Drawn To A Flame

Attraction

like a moth to a flame

Irresistible

to the glitters of gold, to a

desire for sensuous beauties

From a harmless candle

to a dangerous fire

Folded eyes long for light

from faint familiarity

to rogue recognition

Stimulation

by an arousing emotion

Destruction

awaits the wild imagination

as thoughts lead to actions

Fools

choose deliberately

a wit without wisdom

Popularity draws the young

as Moth is drawn to the Flame

©Johnny J P Lee

13 December 2024

Gogyoshiren Poem (20)

Photos: Unsplash Images

i write about the ocean like it is a lover

but the truth is it terrifies me. 

it can choose to still, to reflect

the sky and all its shimmering 

promises. it can rise, roar, and

swallow. 

~K.T.

Are you breathing only  

Because the world demands it?  

Do you move through life  

Just to check off the boxes?  

Dear one,  

Have you ever paused  

And not because you were told?  

Are you smiling only  

To hide what’s aching inside,  

Or do you laugh  

Because it genuinely sparks joy?  

Friend,  

Have you wandered outside  

And not just to run away?  

Have you truly lived  

For yourself?

the field is not infinite - do you remember when I realized? spacious nowheres torn by the heft of nameless graves - mountains, body-made, bloating beneath the sun - there is no protection from the world, it is something that happens to you -

It ruins the flavour

her coffee was cold and so she placed it in the microwave to my bewilderment

otherwise, I'm of the belief that she's heaven sent.

Wonderful

“Wonderful” is how I’d like to respond

When someone asks about my day

But lately I've found there's nothing around

That appeals to my sense of play

I need something new to believe in

And I suppose it must be myself

There's nothing else to be done

And little more to say

But I've got to get out of the hole somehow

And I'm doing it starting today

The color of the wings is just perfect. It's so well done!

Fly, my broken wings