Mark Caltonhill, January 2012
Time is not on our side,
our subconsciouses know this
so they try to hammer love
out of like
or lust
and sometimes even hate,
striking metal against metal late into the night,
we no longer see what we are doing
the blind leading the blind,
teacherless,
like infants discovering themselves in playschool
wanting to share our uncovery with the world,
we are in LOVE,
cynics sneer:
yes, love, that one-letter word,
frown down on us,
but we don’t care,
won’t heed these inner voices,
look at US,
we are in LOVE,
repeated and repeating,
hammering hammered late into the night,
like a distant clanging bell,
love … love … love … love … love … love …
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Dear Mark:
You are the few Red Room resident poets that I want to honor to. I am always amazed by your humorous, bitter sweet and brilliant thinking pattern.
You made us laugh and made us cry at the same time. You have this power of transcending our feeling through your creation of words.
How is your dog? Please share some of your poems on your dog next time. He/she would like to come and listen with us at Red Room.
Hope one day passing you through the marathon race. 🙂
Ping from Minneapolis
Ping
I will read my dog poems again soon, but while i still have new poems i will focus on those
when there are no new poems, or a new dog poem, then he will come!
you should have raced Fubon 42km, you would have passed me walking the last 5km.
Mark
Dear Mark;
No, I cannot run a full 42km, I only managed to run a half marathon which is only 21km.
I set my goal to try the triathlon in Taitung this year though if I have time to train myself.
Well, anyway, I, on behalf all Red Roomers, want you to know we miss your dog too. I still remember the first time he was at the Red Room. When you called his name, he just ran direct to you without any hesitation. He was definitely more at home than all of us.
Love to know how your mind work. You always have a new way to see things. I guess it is a gift to every poet.
See you tonight, hopefully. I heard we are going to have a few surprises tonight.
Keep poking your mind,
Ping