Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Note: This was some last minute "work" for prayer tomorrow, that is, the eighth of February. I was informed just this morning to have a reflection piece and prayer by recess and thus wrote a little poem. Managed to finish it by recess, but it isn't all that good. This poem is about a blind person who has a "friend", Nobility, and he sees his "friend" through the actions of others. Nobility is one of our school values, and is the value for the month. :D Hope you all like it. Feel free to comment. I call this "My friend".
Let me tell you about someone I met
and have known through all my years.
She comes when I am helpless
and gently dries up my scalding tears.
The bus was terribly jerky
and I could not keep my balance.
I told myself: "If I should fall,
all I need is resilience.".
The leather of my wallet
brushed past my palm,
and before I knew it,
It was nowhere to be found.
I bent low and felt about
for it was so very dark.
And then in the awkward silence,
A soft voice gave me a start.
I did not expect it -
That gentle offer of help.
My leather wallet was back with me
And with it, a rush of gratitude I felt.
And when I thought that that was it
after thanking the bodiless voice,
She went on to offer her seat,
and I felt my eyes turn moist.
It was only then that I saw my friend
who glowed with all the world's brightness
She lives as all my colours
And the light that shines through my darkness-
Nobility.
I cried at 1:13 AM
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Note: Whee. I wrote this over a span of.. I have no idea how many days.. But I finished it officially on the third of February. It's supposed to be for a book to be published ICly on FK (don't ask if you don't know, I'm too lazy to explain. :D), but I'm not sure I want to publish it anymore.. Its too un-IC. *lol* Rachelle, my sayang, asked me to give it to my dear for Valentine's day, but I told Rachelle that its about my love dying.
Anyways, this poem's called "Seasons' Love". I know it sounds a little weird and the verses don't flow, but I tried! Try and see the literature stuff in it! Have fun!
The healthy green leaves of spring
Sway gently with the breeze
So light, so graceful, they could be:
So much more than one can see.
My love rested weak upon her bed
Her voice a soft whisper
of words that displayed her spirit so fresh
Though her face was losing her colour.
In summer the trees look the loveliest,
and the weather turns vibrant and warm.
Such beautiful feelings are instantly lost
When the season's come and gone.
Her laughter returned to the air
and with hers, followed mine.
My love was strengthening slowly
And regaining her health with time.
Come autumn, the green is set ablaze
With leaves of flaming orange and gold.
They fall so elegantly upon any face
That will, in response, start to glow.
Her striking radiance shone so bright
and walking was no more a chore.
Such improvement seemed miraculous
and we could have only hoped for more.
Icy winds blow, the bald trees shiver-
So do the sleeping ones of Nature
which seemingly cease to exist
In the harsh, glacial winter.
My love rested still upon her bed,
Her musical voice was no more.
It was painful to believe that she was dead-
Painful to the core.
Did you hear my heart when it tore?
I cried at 1:08 AM
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