A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
I remember
Hurrying home
One very early morning
Like a bat caught by sunrise
After indulging all night long
In the delicate sweetness
Of the sapodilla
How tasting forbidden fruits
Of awakening manhood
Brings about a change
In a boy’s life
Forcing him to leave home
As a man
You’re currently reading “Sapodilla (Sapotille) ~ (Suriname),” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
7.7.10 / 9pm
like the nostalgic feeling in this, and especially the “bat caught by sunrise” analogy. also, think “gladius poeticus” is a very cool name!
cheers
7.8.10 / 8am
Hi Joanna,
Thanks for your kind comments. Your site looks very cool, especially with such beautiful photography and great expression of thoughts.
Kind regards,
kenneth
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