Poetry

It's something I haven't done for years. I used to write a lot of it. A lot. I'm talking notebooks and notebooks full of the stuff. Something like 2 dozen notebooks, I think. And countless hundreds of e-mailed ones as well. Then, about 4 years ago, I just sort of stopped. I also played the piano for 14 years, and wrote a lot of songs. I was also in a band for a year and a half (we played a few local shows every week, and recorded a demo CD in San Diego) playing drums, but all that sort of stopped when I turned 20.

I was reading through ancient e-mails from about 5 years ago today and I stumbled across one that I wrote a long time ago.

Perfection is a snowflake, white upon the field

A stained glass window sparkling

Or a strip of sunset peeled

A cloud above in bright blue sky, contorted into signs

A drink of water on a hot day

Helps ease away the lines

Love extended through a wire, across an empty space

Tangled wires, networked love

Can never quite replace

A smile seen from eye to eye, upon the other's face

A hug, a kiss, a soft embrace

Tis such a special place

Fiberoptic imagery, spun bright with neon lights

Texts and e-mails, it all connects

We are dazzled by the sights

Finalize the data flow, accept the transfer now

Send pictures, feelings, across the 'net

And try to teach us how
To reach perfection