A poem by E.E.Cummings.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Learning to be what I am and learning to resign with good grace everything I am not. Here i try to make sense of things, my inner turmoil and why i am who i am. As i pass through this life, each and everyone i meet, leaves me with something. I am who i am partly because of them.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Monday, 5 July 2010
If.......
If someone should stand right in front of you,you'd notice them
If someone should break down and cry, you'd notice them
If someone should seek your helping hand, you'd be there in a flash
Except when that person is; someone, invisible, unimportant and
inconsequential in your world. Someone you deemed unworthy of your
friendship, love or affection.
- Me -
You saw me as a trivial part of your life and acted accordingly.
You treated me like i was invisible. You looked right through me,
walked right by me and sometimes, even walked all over me.
Still I stood, waiting patiently to be noticed by you.
When you did look up, it was to spit venomous words.
To damage my spirit. When you did act, it was to show me the
devil you really were. You showed me the other side of love
I could have gotten angry I supposed. I could have played an eye for an eye.
Tell the world, you were despicable. Exposed you for the black hole you really were.
I could have left I know. But love kept my feet firmly on the ground.
Had you bothered, you would have seen eyes filled with love
Arms ready to enfold you in a loving embrace.
Courage, strength and support, ready to stand by your side
Instead you wasted time on looking elsewhere, for what was standing right in front of you.
If someone should break down and cry, you'd notice them
If someone should seek your helping hand, you'd be there in a flash
Except when that person is; someone, invisible, unimportant and
inconsequential in your world. Someone you deemed unworthy of your
friendship, love or affection.
- Me -
You saw me as a trivial part of your life and acted accordingly.
You treated me like i was invisible. You looked right through me,
walked right by me and sometimes, even walked all over me.
Still I stood, waiting patiently to be noticed by you.
When you did look up, it was to spit venomous words.
To damage my spirit. When you did act, it was to show me the
devil you really were. You showed me the other side of love
I could have gotten angry I supposed. I could have played an eye for an eye.
Tell the world, you were despicable. Exposed you for the black hole you really were.
I could have left I know. But love kept my feet firmly on the ground.
Had you bothered, you would have seen eyes filled with love
Arms ready to enfold you in a loving embrace.
Courage, strength and support, ready to stand by your side
Instead you wasted time on looking elsewhere, for what was standing right in front of you.
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