Here are two poems I wrote a couple of weeks ago.
--En Medias Res--
En medias res, at medium’s best
I talk too fast, I hit too hard
I see the ground, I hit it running
Before considering walking
En medias res, my medium’s test
I try to see what’s below me, not before me
I take the world and mold it, never thinking to behold it
To take it for what it is
En medias res, the truths I professed
Never did seem to have meaning
For I ignored so much, appreciated so little
Paid no attention to the world I was careening
--Walls--
We cling so desperately to the writings on walls
To the trough of a wave, never its peak
Clouds crystallize, becoming one with the weather
Even letters come together to make all the words sound better
While we stand, transfixed, in front of the wall
As nature forms a circle, showing us its power and unity
We won’t lift our eyes from the wall, lift our eyes toward each other
And as objects find the time to sync, the people don’t take time to blink
Enchanted, as always, by the walls
Paramount, pivotal, provocative, but oh so petty are the things we’ve written on these walls
For as every person lives and as every person fights, there exists a space to occupy it all
The walls tell our story, of our pride and reluctant downfalls
The narratives number by the thousands
But you can only see your own handwriting
