When poetry gets too complicated, I have a hard time discerning good poetry from substandard ones. I am not well-read (I mostly just read non-fiction these days), and I only know so much. But I've been writing a lot, and I want to share it with anyone. Just anyone.
This is something I wrote this morning, while it was raining heavily and I ran out to confirm if I wasn't just hearing things. It's hardly polished, and I might edit things here and there. But I just feel compelled to post words in here right now - words that aren't all set to private.
I Apologize For My Selfish Love for Rain
I keep confusing The buzzing of the air-conditioning For the sound of rain Each time I have to run out Just to double check If the ground has slightly changed To a darker colour
I check if the drops on the leaves Aren't magic morning dew Aren't the aftermath of a sad occasion Causing the flora to weep bitter tears
I check if the drummings on the roof Aren't hammers gifted by the sky Aren't pearls flung by a raging wife Aren't frozen peas from a bag Cut open by a knife
I check if the damp air Is not so because I'm angry
For all it's worth It's because / the water has kindly met the Earth
And once I have rushed out, Felt the drops fall on my palm Watched the sky With a hawk-eye Until stirring settles to a calm Is only the time when I allow my heart To celebrate
P.S. From my previous entry, "hawk eye" makes its way back here again. For I like it.