Poems

Most poems are born of neglect

in fact

an unasked how-are-you question

not understood or not wanting to be understood 

a furtive look

An untouched or unnoticed 

wound perhaps

worthless to others

too precious or too bitter for its owner —

most poems are actually a story

that’s why

each poet resembles another 

each poem resembles another poem a little

not the presentation, but the substance.

the feel, the smell, the appearance. (The texture?)

Because always

Victims on one side

The perpetrators are on the other

some guilty, some innocent 

not the work of poetry though

It works to find answers but

suddenly it just comes and sits

on the human pulse

right in the middle

he asks a question

that’s all. 

Whereas

a few drops

a few words

when it could have been said with a tear

in fact

or the one that starts with a deep sigh

with a few sharp sentences, for example 

but when those who should ask

don’t ask

when those who should see

but don’t look 

not every story can be told to everyone.

especially if the master

is tired, or stagnant, resentful 

he hides everything softly in poetry

the Face of Poetry is one thing,

the story is quite another…