Saturday, July 5, 2008

Reflection on Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet"

Some mauve-hued ecstasy lit
my soul. Engulfed, it and my eyes,
like spaced strings on a lute,
melted my mind.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Joey you are amazing. Everything you write is lovely and beautiful. i'm sorry; i feel so foolish. As much as i love writing, i find it difficult to give proper feedback. Anyway, i know this is random. i don't mean to be a psycho. But your sister had written me on fb a while back and i found myself thinking of you after a long time of not thinking of you. And now you're so far away. Excuse me while i go blow my nose into a single square of toilet paper. i hope no one reads this. If i'm smart i'll delete it before you get to it. But i'm not that smart.

Eat a Book said...

Thanks, it's nice to see that somebody's read something here. I like to fantasize that I have several lurking occasional readers :), but I am quite content to hear a simple expression of "I like this" or "This is terrible, delete it before I vomit in distaste," if you should so desire. I'm not sure who you are, but I cannot conceive of a possible identity that would cause me to label you "psycho," though... so no worries. I'm sorry I'm far away, but I'll be back soon...