A poem - Hm

Hm. was written tonight. I spent about 1-2 hours on it, and I think poems are very time-inefficient to write. Very little words, but require a lot of thoughts about line breaks and editing and precision of words, perhaps because there's so few of them.

Actually, I don't think free verses written in fairly simple language, like this one, is a real poem. But for reference's sake i call it a poem. It's like I don't think charles bukowshi writes real poems - because I seem to get a pretty clear idea from the first reading. When i studied literature at A-levels, the best i got with just the first reading was a pretty blur idea.

Anyhoos. Let me share with you more on my romantic evening. I reached home early, and before and after dinner sat in my room (which I just re-organised) on a seat in from of my window, with the lights off and just watching the night sky and stars. The dog star - in a familiar position - I remember past years around this time when i wasn't working and wondering about the meaning of life - I watched the star rise into the sky.

I watched the aeroplanes fly by - it must be a busy night with lots of flights chartered or something. And then small clouds rolled by. Could see them - low-hanging- and lit by the city lights - orangey dark grey against orangey black night.
The night breeze stroking my cheek. Cool breeze. It's august, are the north winds blowing again? that's very soon. i thought it had just left us not too long ago.

The neighbour carries the baby at home walking around at home. Another neighbour sitting on the floor of her room.

A bat flies around quickly. The tree in that corner looked different - don't remember that there was a tree that height around there last year. Did it grow so fast? Wondered if it was a coral tree. I like coral trees. But I doubt so. If i could own trees, i would want to. But then again, maybe trees shouldn't be owned.

My mother reminded me that she bought fruits and I unabashedly took the last flat peach and washed and broke into half and ate at my window seat. It's so nice and sweet and cool and juicy. Nice complement to the nightwatch.

The lizard outside the window tsked loudly. The dog star rose higher into the sky.

I wanted to write down these thoughts but to be casual like the above, but it's probably something i've probably written before. This relaxed sentiment is not new so just rambling would not be new because rambling is easy to write. Something abstract? Written something like that before too. So... just wrote what I wrote and it got edited into it's present form. I honestly wonder if the "hm"s are very jarring, and don't think it's a very relaxed piece after all. Well, it's experimental, i suppose.

If you've got the time, effort, and point of view, pls tell me what you think.