Saturday, November 06, 2004
Acknowledgement of Neverness
The poem below is a piece captured from a blog of a dear friend. Back then these templates were nonexistent and the fact that the whole thing was made DIY style with html lingo, hingly techy and geeky (peace!) is something that I am very impressed about.
I have always remembered the existence of the blog way back in 1999. I have also read this poem, but somehow matters of the heart did not seem to want to carve any special shape or pattern to allow any polishing for perfection in due course.
It seemed to have dropped by and passed like a mundane tidal breathing, or if it did create any markings at all, it tarnished in a blink. This poem did not interest me at all until today.
A Poem...
You Love her more than life
You wish she felt the same
She is beauty beyond description
But does she know?
You are ugly and worthless
She is too beautiful for you
I have always remembered the existence of the blog way back in 1999. I have also read this poem, but somehow matters of the heart did not seem to want to carve any special shape or pattern to allow any polishing for perfection in due course.
It seemed to have dropped by and passed like a mundane tidal breathing, or if it did create any markings at all, it tarnished in a blink. This poem did not interest me at all until today.
A Poem...
You Love her more than life
She is your everything
If only she were yours
All the things you would do
All the words you would say
Your heart is so empty
If only it were filled with her Love
You wish she felt the same
You wish she could know how you feel
You Love her more than life
She is beauty beyond description
Her eyes
Her smile
Her skin
Her voice
You Love her more than life
But does she know?
Does she care?
Does she feel the same?
Could you offer her
Anything she would actually want?
Could you ever possess
Anything she would ever need?
You are ugly and worthless
You don't deserve her
You will never have her
She is too beautiful for you
Her eyes?Never at you
Her smile? Never with you
Her skin? Never against you
Her voice?Never calling you
And her Love?
Never for you
Ever…
Never ã Copyright 1994 Mike Hollingworth
Never ã Copyright 1994 Mike Hollingworth
I am uncertain as to what to feel or make of it. The whole poem imposes a certain level of resentment and a tinge of frustration. As I read through, it felt as if my weight has been lifted off and I am part of a few wild, swarming dried leaves on the ground. Aimless yet ample to take shape.
Swirling with the rest, forming a mini twister in a 3 walled antrum. Trying to escape realizing this is not the way I want to go.
Going faster as the gushing wind picks up momentum passing the small walless antrum, creating a Bernoulli for the pressure to rise and fall amalgamating a viscious twister.
Feeling trapped in the twister but surprisingly secured knowing as long as the wind keeps blowing, I, the piece of dry leaf will always float above the ground.
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