fleeting;
the memories of,
a smile,
of the face, I never met;
a gaze,
of the eyes, I never caught;
the touch,
of the hands, I never held;
the presence,
of the being, that never was;
Shamanth,
18th November, 2009.
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Love the imagery :) It's subtle but powerful.
ReplyDelete@ atrisa - thank you. i find subtlety to be pretty eluding sometimes :)
ReplyDeleteVery very well knitted words. Loved them. :)
ReplyDelete@bluemist - thank you :)
ReplyDeleteYou ARE a poet ! Dont have to wish to be one
ReplyDelete@mikimbizi - aah! thank you for the compliments! one day i hope to write about what i mean by "if i were a poet" (poiesis, as explained by Martin Heidegger) so you'll know how and why the wish is a constant, and perhaps, i will always like it to be that way :)
ReplyDelete*Sigh* **Applause**
ReplyDeleteBeautiful as always..And it read like you were in my head! Except that never in a million years would I be able to say it so well... :)
@ashley - and again, thank you :)
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