You are granite.
I am an empty wineglass.
You know what happens when we touch!
You laugh like the sun coming up laughs
at a star that disappears into it.
Love opens my chest, and thought
returns to its confines.
Patient and rational considerations leave.
Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.
Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out,
Then, totally reckless, the next morning
they gallop out with new purposes.
is the reality, and poetry is the drum,
that calls us to that. Don't keep complaining
about loneliness! Let the fear - language of that theme
crack open and float away. Let the priest come down
from his tower, and not go back up!
In a sum of this poem..
The lover coming into contact with the Beloved is like a wineglass coming into contact with the reality of granite. "You know what happens when we touch!" Presumably, the wineglass shatters, and "Love opens my chest." Love is the contact that opens or breaks the self-centered ego.
Does the world need a poetry day? Yes, it does. Because poems are the best tool to express ourselves as well as love. While emotions find the thought, thoughts find the words. In honor of this day, wish I could have some talent to write my own poem...
If I can't, I wanted to share a poem from my most liked, the most influential poets of the world, Rumi as above, and so get an opportunity to remember poets around the world as well. Be sure to check out my previous post about Him: Divine Love
Let's celebrate UNESCO's declaration of today, the World Poetry Day since 1999.
(*) Above is very lovely stone paperweight set (3); I hand-painted with Rumi's dervish figurines. One of my hobbies is rock painting.