A Start
A Start
Together we stumble blindly
Half drunk on coffee
Half drunk tea left behind on the kitchen bench
Can never decide on one type of drink
The keep-cups forever stained
Smiles half full and brains half empty
Week one yet to begin
Yet counting the days till weeks end
Notes
Notes
Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking.
A Start [2024] is a prose poem I wrote at the beginning of my second semester of university that year.
prose
Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.
