I once wrote a poem for you
Lovingly embellished
With the most heatfelt
Sighs; the deepest
Closest felt emotions.
Painstakingly counted
Syllables and lines,
Changed a few words
Discplaced others.
Then in stanzas
And couplets
Laid out
Neatly.
I read
I sighed
Even as I read.
Eyes misted over
Feelings so true
So deep, so dear- intense
Structure weaving
Through the poem fabric
The reason for my existence.
A long time ago: the love died-
A natural death- perhaps exhausted
Its very essence bleeding into the verse.
The poem lives- overworked, overdone, overripe
An amateur effort of a deeply engrossed fool.
And I bravely dissect both with light wit and heavy sarcasm.
2 comments:
A beautiful way to lay down emotions. And to keep the emtotions packed in wrapper of words, to be with you when you will read long afterwords even when the emotions has flown far to some horizon. This is what I got after reading your words!
Keep going....
The love lives on in your verse...it may not be true now but it was true then and the verse drips with those true feelings.
Had written something on a similar vein long back...leaving a link for you to see...though my words are no comparison to yours
http://pinku-enchantedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/gift-giving.html
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