3/04/2004 11:27:00 AM|||Andrew|||Wedne^H^H^H^H^H Thursday Poetry
Apparently I'm doing things exactly a day later this week than I did last week. Anyway, here's a poem I wrote quite some time ago that I'd like to highlight today. It was written at a time when I was incredibly emotional, and think that shows through. It probably remains one of my favorite (not to say good) poems that I've written.


strawberry trees

I want to sit
in the shade of strawberry trees
and cry

I want to walk
under a lime-colored moon
and weep

I want to go
among rose-scented olive groves
and grieve

but I cannot sit
I cannot walk
I cannot go
out from among the faceless masses
their mindless steps constrain me

and I cannot cry
I cannot weep
I cannot grieve
openly in front of nameless masses
their mindless thoughts constrain me

three dreams dreamed
three dreams denied
from within the crowds
I can only imagine
sitting
crying
walking
weeping
going
grieving
in my mind's eye

even as I watch,
taunting me on the horizon,
strawberry trees swaying gently in the wind|||10784284541160913|||