She looked at him
There was no longing there
An old classic on pages so yellow
The creases on the cover and the dusty feel
Every word still vivacious with the zest for life
It still has it magic, its razor-sharp wit
The maidens still pretty , the bells still peal.
The paper so crisp , it threatens to crumble
Yet the turf for the army's thunder
The ink, so faint she strains to read,
Still weaves nights of cold air laden
with treachery thick and mysterious wonder
He looked at her
There was no longing there
The yellow so bright, its almost golden
A half-open bud, posing as a flower
The scent so deep, there's substance there
Compliments the smell of the musty paper
All at once - potent, sweet and sour.
A half-open bud, posing as a flower
The scent so deep, there's substance there
Compliments the smell of the musty paper
All at once - potent, sweet and sour.
So young so fresh, yet so proud
The pollen within the promise of life
Breathing in every shade that's hers
His eyes never the green thorn saw
For the petals alone cut like a knife
6 comments:
Its just a comment!
Deep. Ill give you that.
Sometimes the references/cryptic phrases don't make sense or it could just be my limited grasp of prose.
The second bit - I like. And I would think you would have said that 'there is longing there'.
At least what I expected from the poem sort of.
:-/
@ abhishek: half of this poem is in my head only half here. so i can understand when some phrases dont make sense.. but each line has, i would like to believe, an awesome meaning. its one of those poems which diff people can interpret differently.. if interested, id love to tell u my idea of the phrases that made no sense to u.
and it is 'there was NO longing there'. that's what i like about this poem. that again can be interpreted in a couple of ways. hint: 1. who said ppl dont lie to themselves 2. grapes are sour 3. sometimes u dont need to possess things. u love to just love them from afar
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