Stamp Collector
Friday, December 26, 2008
Flying through air,
posted on an envelope,
a butterfly pair
arrives in the mail.
Arhopala anthelus impar:
blue and black
and parantica danatti danatti:
white patterns broken by dark veins.
I held the letter and admired the stamps.
Tearing paper,
carefully unfolding letter
shows red ink
and cursive handwriting.
Wormed through
smudged words,
I peeled the stamps
off the envelope
and let the letter flutter in the wind.
Read more...I never thought that I would find the exact stamp that I was looking for. That blue one is really the stamp I wrote about. I just can't find the Parantica stamp. This poem actually came as a surprise from one of my really old blogs and I did not expect to find it yet again.
It was written on May 17th, 2007. According to my notes, my friend Charisma inspired me to write it. I just forgot the circumstance that brought it on. Nevertheless, I think that it is a good poem.
Wisp
Thursday, December 25, 2008
“There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.”
- Vincent Van Gogh
Red felt tip pen on drawing paper.
To Forgetting
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Flowers are pretty on a vase.
Tortoise shell balls resting on the mantle looks shiny.
Crystals on the chandelier reflects rainbows
but each one will succumb to forgetting beauty
when dust settles thick.
June 22nd, 2005.
My Day Does Not End Until I Sleep
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I really did this on December 5th, 2008. Just as the quote says, "my day does not end until I sleep. I got the idea that it would be a good description to what's on the drawing.
Post-it. Orange ink.
Alien Salad
Monday, December 1, 2008
obsidian eyes
fern-leaf ears
blue bottle necks
fish bone smile
slices of the familiar
tossed together
would make an alien salad
but only the tongue can decide if it is palatable.
This is just a poem that came out of my weird play on words. I am not quite sure if I would really consider it poetry but I did decide to go with vanity and put it here. I think, based on my files at least, this poem was written around the time of June 8th, 2006. If I remember correctly, the first line I wrote was fingernail orchids. Doesn't that sound exotic?Read more...
By the way, who would've know that I could find a fitting picture for this post?! Initially, I posted this without a picture but I went and googled using the key word "alien salad" and the perfect image came up. I would like to thank Till Nowak for making this. I found this image in Scott Beale's Site, LaughingSquid.com.