Poetry in the Sight of a Mirror (01 – 03)

A new series to complement RRFP as my ongoing writing exercise and eventual collection.

I write them by hand in front of a mirror in my office when I take a break from physics, be it writing, reading, coding, or crying.

And — of course — both my physics and literature journeys have involved mirrors.

01.

I stare far into Her eyes.
    So near.
Whose eyes? Her name shifts.
Whose name?
A forgotten field song of the tail end of summer
    Voyagers longing for home or new wonders.
A mistaken painting we called reality
    Forth sprung endless fantasies.
A jest. A burst.
    … of passion
So brief
it might as well be an eternity.
    

02.

They glide together happily through town.
He calls her “my better half”.
fitting more hours into a life than otherwise can
reaching more sceneries and stores than a life grants.
I, clueless, have not.
I, clueless.
When I do find you — “my better half”
    will we learn together
    or will you teach me?
I don’t know what I’d want.
And one day I know I’d want to stay that way.
On a hardened crust
    bounces off new opportunities.
    muted calls for adventure.
I cling in a feeble solace from gravity.
    wishing never to fall
    wishing never again to lose myself
    never again to give out my feelings and passion.
I cling…
Is that solid ground?
    

03.

With infinity in front of him,
    our boy picked up sorrow.
Sorrow over trampled flowers.
over fleeting golden rims of clouds at twilight.
over not remembering.
over not forgetting.
He has found sorrow in passing.
Sorrow as if to accommodate others’ sorrow
    a permanent observer against a blurry cosmos,
    against the will of Everything to cease.
Sorrow that he can have it
    it is the way as a sorrow-less being
Then he wakes up one day and
    sees his time wasn’t infinite.
On, he turns back to sorrow.
Convenient still stood the altar.