I have little experience or education concerning poetry, so I have an excuse.
We reflect upon ourselves reflected Paths reform upon our turning round Things remake themselves from other angles Upside-down is like a dif'rent sound Light the candle in a darken'd hallway See yourself inside a novel room Build it from the ending to beginning What was planned will plan itself anew Empty out and put it back inside Each container gives itself fresh tide Thoughts, when shown the other person's mind Form themselves another, dif'rent kind.The below poem is untitled.
It is a rainy day, but bright outside, as if the rain were nothing but a cloud. On days like this, it's easy to think that light is all that falls upon the ground. But I can see the dampness from the rain, and so I know the ground is watered here. Inside, the moisture lends no cause for sadness; Outside, the brightness would not give me cheer.