2025-11-10 Poetry
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I was talking to my friend called Case
about the people of Iceland up north
where they read and write so many books
or so they say, and make music, too
"Let's blog as poetry," I proposed
and here I am, feeling the faint words
as they flow and the ripples they make
"Is this poetry?" I wonder

No sweat? No labour? Where is the work?
But is poetry work? Or can I dance to it
do the pasitos and grin like a fool
there's sweating in dancing and laughter
to be so close and to look and to know
to move and to shake, and laughter again
ah but where are you now, my partner?
do I write to be read
or do I dread to be heard.

Now there is a difference: I write alone
sitting at home, late at night
with faint cars in the distance
with the ears imagining water dripping
electric devices humming, a lightswitch
a neighbour somewhere is awake, like I am
and I think I should sleep
this is fine, this is fine.

This is a good night.

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