The wind tingles the rhythm
of my wilderness
until I become viridescent.
I whistle to the grass as it expands beneath
my bare feet, so I can walk without any pain
and find myself freed from the confines
of those judgments that only bring hatred.
Since the rise of such greenness,
I've been able to become a tickling
for others as I become a massaging.
Because inevitably, I will pass
through, quietly, so the monsters
that hide inside my unsung shadows
can't disturb those wind's bashes
that wake me up, so I can reach
those places where laughter becomes
a riddle that is to be enjoyed
as much as it is to be solved,
so I can tell others that the wishes
they need to whistle are “the songs
of yourself" and while
--- dong --- Whitman.
You might be tempted to graze the path
that has been left behind for us to be
but as I choose “not to take the other"
--- bang --- Frost.
You might choose the tightening of a closed door,
but behind that frowned fist there's a lightning,
how to reach it? “Except by Abdication of You"
- No! It's me and SHE bangs:
--- bang --- Dickinson.
My house is now grassy as I've walked all around,
the path I took grew wilderness, you'll never know
which path is the less traveled as I've left behind
the song of myself only to learn to adjudicate myself.
My door opened. Isn't that what I've always wanted?
--- dong --- !
I am an engineer, a multilanguage learner, a runner, and an MPhil in Humanities graduate specialized in the philosophy of poetry. For me, poetry is an unfolding creative process, a way to play endlessly, not a finished state. For that reason, I revise and re-edit my work publicly until a poetic form (other than an exploratory) comes to being. My poetry is a thoughtful play that explores acoustic and visual patterns as well as poetic forms. I attempt to blend science and philosophy with poetry. I publish new poems every other day, follow for updates!