Strawberry_lovemuffin
Bluelighter
Just a preface.... I've always been scared of posting in Words. I used to write poetry a lot, but nowdays I might put pen to paper every 2 years or so, and then I'll have a bit of a spree. But it's never very good. I was never very good. I got a pass in poetry in my university degree but high distinction in journalistic/features writing; I don't really have the knack for fiction or metaphor but I like to try nonetheless.
I find myself writing verse when a big feeling stirs up in me, something I can't put into words in a normal diary/journal entry, and so the semi journal/rhyming verse is the result.
ps. I'm really scared of putting them here!
Reading the Silent Cat
Like a cat I afford him
Traits he does not posess. Maybe
I am too muddled, too complex
for his mind to process -
So he is silent?
Yet why
In his silence do I read a Shakesperean sonnet
When it is a blank page?
Perhaps, like the cat I think,
If I'm silent enough - return his silence
Hard enough, with imbedded wishes
One day he might know me.
Or perhaps we are simply
different creatures.
Different chapters
in different libraries
Speaking gobbledegook;
Curious, clumsy conversations
Through shelves and walls
and brick and stone.
Muffled... mangled by perception
and translation.
And yet
How does a single kiss!
A smile, a touch,
melt those walls, soothe claws, unjumble
Words untie thoughts and...
Make everything
Okay?
I find myself writing verse when a big feeling stirs up in me, something I can't put into words in a normal diary/journal entry, and so the semi journal/rhyming verse is the result.
ps. I'm really scared of putting them here!
Reading the Silent Cat
Like a cat I afford him
Traits he does not posess. Maybe
I am too muddled, too complex
for his mind to process -
So he is silent?
Yet why
In his silence do I read a Shakesperean sonnet
When it is a blank page?
Perhaps, like the cat I think,
If I'm silent enough - return his silence
Hard enough, with imbedded wishes
One day he might know me.
Or perhaps we are simply
different creatures.
Different chapters
in different libraries
Speaking gobbledegook;
Curious, clumsy conversations
Through shelves and walls
and brick and stone.
Muffled... mangled by perception
and translation.
And yet
How does a single kiss!
A smile, a touch,
melt those walls, soothe claws, unjumble
Words untie thoughts and...
Make everything
Okay?
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E. E. Cummings
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