Poetry

[Here's the piece of poetry I promised in my last post - written at a time when I felt really, really poetic. Hence, the topic. At that time (i.e. 1999, aged 13), I felt it was a very novel idea to write a piece of poetry on poetry (I was young, you see) - hence the topic!]

One day I asked me -

"What is the topic on which you'd write?"

"Is that a problem," answered I,

"Where there is a flower or a birds cry -

"A rising sun, some shady trees:

"A flock of geese, or some sea breeze?"

One day I asked me -

"How good would you write?"

"It'd be good," answered I,

"As good as good as can be;

"Yet I know not it'd satisfy you or not

"But I'm sure it'd satisfy me."

One day I asked me -

"How long would you write?"

"I do not know," answered I,

"And yet I write, and write, and write.

"And write I will till the last breath -

"But then, what is life, and what is death?"

Yours sincerely

Jude