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Wide Spaces

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night

And the distance between us, I am thinking of you.

The room spins around the world, experiencing a change in it’s colours.


I close my eyes, fall

deeper and I meet you again.

Different situation but always the same episode. The same story.

The soundtrack, touching. The plot, commendable.

Unforgettable,

Haunting me even when I shake it off.

 

This is pleasurable. Or should I cross that off

And say that it hurts? Very much like a physical pain,

Just that you can’t recover from it, ever.

 

In one of the tenses,

I singing out an impossible song that you cannot hear.

La lala la, see? I imagine

The dark hills that I have to cross just to see you tonight. For I am in love with you and

 

 

 

this is what it is like or what it is like in words.

Isn’t it intriguing how the smallest of distances can turn out to be the greatest?

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Pause.

A rose blooms at my smile.

Flashes of light flood the streets.

A blind painter’s brushstrokes sweep the canvas,

Confidently

Creating another new masterpiece,

things normal people cannot even reproduce.

 

What are those little thingamajigs?

Oh right, it’s a camera.

 

A snapshot,

a click,

tada.

A moment in time captured,

history on a piece of film.

 

Alas, this will not do. This will not do at all.

It’s blur, unclear,

as if the particles are bleeding ink all over.

Is that a tentacle?

Oh, it’s a hand?

 

Without those palm sized pieces of paper,

I can still remember.

The thoughts,

emotions,

sentiments.

Something even a camera cannot even capture.

 

Yes I am angry. Furious even, that the photographs turned out this way. I suppose, when we win something, we have to lose something in the process.

Ps. I think I did a great job thinking of the title of this poem, it’s so fitting!

Sadness

Epilogue

Spiraling downward. Free fall,

To what it was. Dust, to dust.

Back to the state of nothing.

My back against the corner.

Its nice.

Grandfather’s hands stop moving.

Smiles at me, like a picture.

All just a facade. All lies.

Red gold on the floor. Lights fade.

 

All beginnings have an end,

No use trying to mend.

Everything will fade away,

Into a grainy shade of gray.

 

 

Brush Strokes

Just like a blank canvas,

I’ll pick up the paintbrush.

Look to the heavens,

I’ll draw you so the night sky can be filled.

The stars will be your eyes

and I’ll connect the dots like child’s play.

You are my star,

and I’m your number one fan.

 

Parallel Lines That Meet

Hold out my gift to you,

Hands trembling, heart pounding.

 

This, this is for you.

Like a fool, I stutter.

 

Careful nimble fingers,

Tear open the giftwrap.

Time comes to a halting,

The moment of truth.

 

There is nothing, she said.

But there is, look closer.

 

Peered into emptiness,

Just an empty white box.

Empty, desolate, clean.

Nothing to give, to please.

 

There is something, my heart.

Said I wholeheartedly.

Know that it beats only

For you.

The greatest gift to give,

To you.

 

Take it

 

Your soft smile, your embrace

Tugging at my heartstrings,

Playing our last swan song

Before the curtains close.

Talent

This is the word tightrope. Now imagine

a man, inching across it in the space

between our thoughts. He holds our breath.

There is no word net.

You want him to fall, don’t you?

I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.

The word applause is written all over him.

Credits to Carol Ann Duffy