A calling: questions I ask myself

All that we see or seem

and what that has come to mean

nothing will make sense 

to a pocket without pence

tossed in a sea but you're not swimming

locked in a race that you're not winning

who will try? who will fight? who will leap?

Who will plunge into the deep?

Who will raise their melancholy head

from a dream life that's almost dead?

And take and do and say and seek

and bend and break and be not weak?

There is no one, there is not.

There is me and that's a lot

there is no one, there is you

You are someone, what will you do?

What Is Past, poems from the red journal

This is an old poem of mine but it's one of my favorites. The title was inspired by a book of Finnish poetry I found in the Czech National Library. That was a good day. :-)

A Way To Measure Time

The taste of you

like the electric shock 

of mouthwash

mint laced with alcohol

metallic aftertaste lingering

turning everything after

to bitterness.

Alexa Alari

To je stará báseň moje, ale je to jedna z mých oblíbených.Titul byl inspirován knihou finské poezie jsem našel v knihovně České národní. To byl dobrý den.

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Alexa Alari