A stalk produces a dripping sap <br />When freshly cut <br />And it does not when healed <br />Much like a poet <br /> <br />Sentiments are sheathed <br />Grew calm in being used to being itself <br />Memory alone doesn’t bring back anything substantial really unless it’s guilt <br /> <br />I am armored in tranquility <br />Acting out of immediate stimuli <br />The sun passes coldly overhead everyday <br />The wind whistles by <br /> <br />The night was deep in its recesses <br />The dawn is sweet with dew <br />The only thing that rips the quiet is <br />The roosters’ forceful crow <br /> <br />The eastern glow puts shimmer on the waters <br />He yawns and lazes- this boatman- complacent <br />His oar rests on his lap letting his boat adrift <br />In the current<br /><br />mifael llauderes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adrift-18/
