Friday, May 04, 2007

Chains And Ties

There are chains that tie us
with chains to chains and ties,
to things that have hooks, to places
and people with chains that tie us
with chains and ties.

Sometimes, when it is breezy and often when it is
warm, I wonder if I could untie myself
of these chains and ties, of these ties
that tie me to things and people
with chains and ties.

Because I know, deep inside of a swing that swings
from memory to despair, because with each pull
at these chains that tie, the ties get more chained
and tied, I let go and see myself
with chains and ties.

One more sunset, more afternoons, new breezes
and there are still spectres of further onslaughts,
of more memory and less reality, of real memories,
of new chains and ties that tie me to things and people
with chains and ties.

3 comments:

najeeb said...

na. ye eas tshuateraaven. language gaech kam gachen, te monotony baye kune tareeqe zahir karen.
magar chuan paren chu zabar lagaan. az sapez fuadas seet wareyah kaethe.

Antonia said...

you have a good feeling for rhythm, that's a great poem, but so said. too many chains and ties.

KUBLA KHAN said...

antonia....thanks.
yes, there are too many chains and many ties.