#11 “The Provocateur”…[Series Poetry-Painting]
(deviates from substance and depth, using my artistic visual definitions)
how free am i?
“i am a poet, an imperious artist, quasi-infantile from my crib… with capable imagination of magical act to pen the object of mine thought: unbothered about distance, about darkness; taking possession of mine desire.” _ade caparas manilah
i am a leaf
flown in existence
in the midst of the world
a being in alienation
with that of the others
trailing my meanings
marking my limits
am i free then?
i create a lovely paradise, a purplish blue rainbow where in my relax breathe, i romance with the green foliages and the seductive lips of dancing flowers…re-enacting the then:
a candle-lit dine
our love in the afternoon. (haiku 5/3/7)
yes, i, a poet free in my thoughts, in my pen, yet my body is still in possession of others… they hold secrets about me__ of who what why i am as they would please… this consciousness of possessing me.
they… who stole my being
find me “that i am”
that consciousness of
making me nevertheless responsible
for the consciousness
which is my being
i am not free
a prisoner of worlds consciousness.
a selfie-portrait in poetry by __ade caparas manilah
thursday 10:46am 31 january 2019
sydney nsw australia