Conversations
Eyes that dart to oblivion
Meaningless phrases in repeated sequences
That replace thoughts I cannot share
A mind that cannot focus,
On the only object that isn't a blurr
Terrified of silence
Isn't it nice then,
That we have to do this no more.
Meaningless phrases in repeated sequences
That replace thoughts I cannot share
A mind that cannot focus,
On the only object that isn't a blurr
Terrified of silence
Isn't it nice then,
That we have to do this no more.
posted by Champa at 4:42 PM
5 Comments:
Seems very much like a situation when we talk :).
"Isn't it nice then,
That we have to do this no more."
Come May, I release the door,
There you are, free.
Can you now do your chore,
Drifting iceberg, aimless, in the cold North sea?
That reads much better than my poey:)
Wrote it sometime back. thought you might like it :).
"Wish"
I wanted to ask your name
Since the moment I saw you,
Walking alone bare feet
On the grass, glittering in morning dew.
I wished I could write
And the words could rhyme;
Perhaps to catch your breath
Like a wind from the chime.
From the forgotten past of Greece
I wished I were a sculptor, nameless
Etching on the stone
A glimpse of your grace.
Or if I could only paint
And not live to rue
That I didn't capture the color of your tears,
And all its wasted hue.
The juvenile sun promised glory
For the time to come.
But, I stood there motionless
Lost and lonesome.
Perhaps if I could move
To touch you or feel
Your soul covered in nudity
If only could I peel!
At least if I could speak
To ask your name!
Now the day is gone to wonder.
But, myself, I have no one to blame.
I really like that part of "a glimse of your grace" and "The juvenile sun promised glory For the time to come."
Thanks. Why don't you also tell me the part that you didn't like :).
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