Expressions

Words are things, just like the translucent sky

The flowers in my courtyard are the blue sky

With new insect-stars appearing in the twilight

These are just like words, thingy and palpable

When they freeze under the leaves they become icicles

And when they verily thaw, they tingle your skin

And feel on your tongue like December snow.

Poetry- words are splinters of the same vitreous sky

The long arms of the morning sun spread warm words

As though the evening to come promises pure happiness

The ugly caterpillar eats beauty-holes in garden leaves

Which are poetry- words scrawled in thick sticky leaves

And then they become fatter on the flanks with floral designs.

The stinking caterpillar then disappears beyond the fence

Leaving behind incandescent thingy poetry- words.