I want to ask you to leave. To desert this open field that I am in before the flowers grow and wilt. But I can’t. I choose not to. Because deep within the chambers of this heart, a part of me begs for you to stay.
I want to believe that ours is like the coffee – bittersweet. That we can laugh and scream at each other but we will always end up cuddling under the night sky. You, tracing the stars. I, smiling at the moon.
I want to believe that we can sing our differences away and find common ground in love. That we can dance, barefoot, amid the prickly grass. My head on your shoulder, your arms round my waist.
I want to believe. I want to. I want.
Fingers tapping softly on the table, each second a louder beat of the heart. Murmurs, inaudible conversations— your voice drowning the noise of the crowd. Two seconds ago we were strangers, standing at the opposite aisle of a bookstore. You on conspiracies; I on poetry.
Stolen gazes… knowing smiles… paperbacks…
Life’s grand orchestra
Plays a loving melody
For just you and me
I was taking a bath when a streak of light hit my skin. From the gap between my wooden window, it came with the color of fire — the kind of orange you get when you light a lamp in the midst of a dim room. The ones we used to play with during brownouts.
Shadows. Silhouettes.
The clock strikes 5:49 pm and a wave of nostalgia begins.
Was amazed by today’s sunset and I had to write a little something. Also, linking this to this week’s OLN hosted by Grace. Have a great weekend, everyone!
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be careful with jalousies
even locked doors are easy
to break into —
if they are half-open
In response to dVerse’s OLN hosted by Grace. Today, I spent the whole afternoon thinking about jealousy jalousie. I strained my thoughts trying to scribble something longer but I think this one summarized it all. Image: Unsplash
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It’s a shame I didn’t get a chance to partake in our Writing 101: Poetry course until the very end. It would have been a tremendous experience for me, well, it still is (though I only managed to sit and write until DAY 3). 😀 I guess WORK got its toll and defeated the poet inside me during that time.
Currently, I have 22 pending post in my drafts, some of which were for this course. I know it’s TOO LATE but it would be as waste not to share them. So here goes something… 🙂 🙂
In a gaze, a startling meeting of the eyes
Two hearts stopped drumming; a sudden smile
Two hour hands slowed and came to a halt
Two souls collided and shared a divine dance
And in that second, a fleeting moment in time
Forever started and ended at once
Hearts resumed beating; hour hands began ticking
Two souls too frightened, let their chance slip by
Day 4: Seconds
Prompt 4 is a courtesy of a lovely friend, Rosema of A Reading Writer. DANK JE WEL! 🙂
Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.
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