Can\u2019t you see I am helpless?
\nEverything bangs into corners.
\nThe road turns and curls
\nand gets lost in the bushes.
\nHow hopeless you make me feel!
\nLike a suitor that can\u2019t find words.
\nA stranger wanting to be introduced,
\na road needing travelers,
\nriverbed without water,
\nstadium without crowds.<\/p>\n
If you were a song
\nI would strike one key on the piano
\nand weep.
\nA song looking for itself,
\nblaming me for my barrenness.
\nI hear its voice in the distance.
\nI am drowning, it calls.
\nThe song poem in my heart,
\nan urchin tree,
\nbranches shorn of their leaves.
\nI am lost, I reply.<\/p>\n
I am fading into myself.
\nMy wings are broken.
\nWhere do all the unwritten poems stay?
\nGo too?
\nAre they children
\nwaiting for the door to be opened?
\nDo they look through the window
\non a rainy day?<\/p>\n
Tell them I\u2019m sorry.
\nI feel a shout inside me,
\nthe song of a mandolin,
\na poem rising from the mud,
\nthe smell of the earth,
\nlips of a woman in love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Can\u2019t you see I am helpless? Everything bangs into corners. The road turns and curls and gets lost in the bushes. How hopeless you make…<\/p>\n