Here I am at 6:30 pm, with my small and delicate frame
The air is warm and breezy, a clear day
on the way to the beach, palm trees in summer streetscape
I drink a tropical drink which refreshes
and soothes to have more energy and to bring me back
In. the streets look for the people they remember, or me. Trying
to figure out where they have gone. It’s so strange to them. Eyes on me. I
walk through it, them, as
A confident women sipping on wine now
five years almost ago, and the man that I
knew so well is looking at me & telling
Who would have thought I’d be here, nothing
more important to me, everything
I needed and wanted right in front of me.
Not a care in the world.
Up in the highest level imaginable, now
More then ever before!
Not that anything could bring me down, walking in seeing him with that coat
eyes penetrating the future for the both of us
& holding in all the past. Not that I don’t miss being eighteen. Who was
going to have to go, careening into adulthood so,
To go to school & to be without you, I just couldn’t imagine
so to go. Not that imbecile who from very first meeting
I would never & never be as comfortable with him
into the point where I would fall in love & so demanded
To be with him & who will never leave me, not for another, nor unfaithfulness nor even for the lost of love itself which is
Only our human lot & means everything and anything. No, not that.
There’s a song “ One Last Cry”, but no. I wont do that
I am love. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 150, & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
Who am always & only a look away, despite this feeling. Spirit
Who lives only to show you happiness,
I’m only love & I am a feeling, & I didn’t mean to bring you heartache
I came into your life to change it for the better,
to show you happiness,
to give you some passion
Happiness & Love, undeniable fate. Nevertheless
I am here to show you the way
The world’s biggest fear but greatest feeling.
1 comment:
The reason why I chose this Creative peices is because while writing it, it was fun to see how i could make this poem work since we had the blanks and it wasn't my own work. But after reading what I did it actually made sense so it mad me feel that much better about my writing.
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