It’s too bad I like words.
I find myself staring
at this page-screen
trying to achieve lexical beauty
to Shakespearize my modern qualms
to romanticise my digital world
to capture the Dickensian complexity of my
suburban upbringing,
but words fail
sometimes.
They can’t contain
this zeitgeist
like an iPhone camera
can’t capture sea-salted zephyrs
or the sedated-yet-warm sunset cloudlight.
I’ll try again tomorrow
to capture my feelings here.
Maybe then I’ll
get it right.
It’s too bad I like words.
I find myself staring
at this page-screen
trying to achieve lexical beauty
to Shakespearize my modern qualms
to romanticise my digital world
to capture the Dickensian complexity of my
suburban upbringing,
but words fail
sometimes.
They can’t contain
this zeitgeist
like an iPhone camera
can’t capture sea-salted zephyrs
or the sedated-yet-warm sunset cloudlight.
I’ll try again tomorrow
to capture my feelings here.
Maybe then I’ll
get it right.