Descriptive
Starting exams on 6/06...I hate the damn date, had my A'Level Physics examination on the same date last year...Didn't go that good. Hopefully this year, this day will treat me better. I got everything under control...or so I like to tell myself. Anyhow, these days are tense times. I finished my English presentation just yesterday and went with my group to hand over our Dynamics project last Wednesday and because of that, we stayed in college on Tuesday from 10 A.M to 9 P.M, so I was practically dead by Tuesday night. Anyhow, I'm glad the whole mess is over and now I can focus a little more on 'actual' studying. Wish me luck.
Oh and I wrote something new during the past week, somehow I found the time. It's called 'Descriptive' and it follows the style I have been adapting recently: multi-themed poems with each theme illustrated in one or more stanzas. Tell me what you think of it:
The world is but a sullen garden,
Or a road that stretches to Neverland.
A glory to the eyes, a tune of lies,
In the universe, a grain of sand.
***
In Lethe's foam, I lurched my head,
From its pearly water I sipped.
Its calm shore, I heard before,
And in its pebbles, I almost tripped.
***
A symphonic rune is sung and I hear,
A springy summer voice.
In the field it plays, for all its days,
Then the howling of the noise.
***
Today is a morning of little gifts.
Tomorrow does not promise intimacy.
The dreams that dance, have got no chance,
As they shiver inside of me.
***
What beauty shall I see today,
For my eyes are ever hungry.
What more beauty lies in this world,
What more does it have in store?
I sometimes think it is all over then I realize,
A lonely moment is left for more.
***
A velvet touch is against my face,
Your hands carress my own.
Your tears are dry, and passing me by,
Are all the images we had known.
Your touch to the skin,
Is as rose water to the tongue.
And I yearn for every unseen beauty,
For every song unsung.
***
If only time was a spool of thread,
That I could unfurl at my will.
If only time was a man in flesh,
If only time would stand still.
The hour glass smashes into pieces,
Timeless we are for a moment past.
You claim you unveiled the universe,
So is your next breath your very last?
Come and I'll show you the world,
In the depths of the palm of my hand.
Jumping insects that roam and dance,
I'll show you a universe in a grain of sand.
2 comments:
Oooh! All the best.
Shed 7eelak and Inshallah you'll do well =)
Even though what wrote is a multi-themed poem, they all seem to be connected in a way. My favorite would have to be the last bit (the last 3 stanzas). Very nice!
Also, I like this way of writing for a "poem".
What's easier, writing a multi-themed or a one themed poem?
Nice job, as usual! =D
All the best again!
Thanks G for stopping by again =D!
I think it really all depends on the 'mood' you're in and what you wanna write about...For me, I'm always thinking about so many things, I find it hard to focus on one particular thing while writing...So I always sort of branch out into many things which makes those 'multi-themed' poems.
Thanks again for stopping by =D
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