Poetry of the Week: Why can’t?

Why can’t life be

Like dust in the air, in a room full of sunlight
flying freely, can’t be caught by hands
always slip away, unbeatable?

Or like drips of tear and rain, from an upturned face and its sky
can’t be withdrawn, undistinguishably flowing
always find a way to fall home?

Or like Monalisa in the museum, gladly nailed to the wall
no sign of misery, radiantly spreading smile
outdaring every beau and beauty…

Or like a great story, fluently written on clean white papers
no commas, full-stops, erasures, and scribbles
no pages ripped out in agony!

Why can’t life?

Semarang, 6 September 2015



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