I wrote

Separate Circles several years back after meeting a guy who taught at the UofA. He showed me some of his poems and they inspired me to try and write something that sounded good but didn't really make any sense. I think I failed. Anyway, allot of poetry is like that. I think poetry is prized for sounding good but being vague. Its about creating a feeling that can be open to interpretation. Of course my poetry is somewhere in between. When I wrote this poem I was not thinking of anyone or any personal experience and this is the only poem of mine, up to this point, as such. Poetry for me is about expressing myself, usually out frustration or anger. As an artist I'm not for defining creation. I guess I see the importance of people trying to do so though. It makes for conversation. I say just create and call it what you will. Blah, blah, blah.

Separate Circles

Yeah, that's me,
an insensitive trog smashing pretty ideas.
But you love my base element.
In your heat you release yourself to me
and I ravish you.
For moments we are complete,
a swelling of intense energy
pulsing toward detonation.
A sweet explosion
blasting us out over the universe,
making us one with it.
Then you stare at me from that distance
unable to know me.
The stars in my milky way blind you
and for my part,
I cant see the truth for all my dreaming.
Now your heat is agitation.
It angers you
forcing me to hide
till we are close enough to see each other.
To touch each other.
So we do.