I left... came home... my legs gave way.
I thought of you.
I sat... I breathed... my heart raced.
I thought of you.
I picked up the phone... dialed your number... hung up.
I thought of you.
I closed my eyes.
I thought of you.
Blissful sleep.
I thought of you.
I awoke.
I thought of you.
I cried.
I thought of you.
The sun shone.
I thought of you.
It rained.
I thought of you.
I ran... to be rid of the thought of you.
I stood still... so I would not think of you.
I hid within myself... but Alas!
I thought of you.
I look... and I see your eyes.
I breathe... and I smell your fragrance.
I talk... and I hear your voice.
I walk... and I feel your presence.
I close my eyes... and I feel your touch.
Such a torment, for ever after... to think of you.
I thought of you...
(Written by me)
(Photo by me. Location: Half Moon Bay CA at sunrise...)
(The photo is blurred because it was taken from a moving car, but I love that aspect of it. The past and present blend into one for a moment, as where we have just been... merges with where we are now... and time is fozen still. Sort of like the moment when I wrote this poem.)
3 comments:
hi shahnaz
its such an amazing poem... i must say u hav a very good command on poetry.
the pic n de poem both r interrelated and expressing my feelings tooo
its so deep, so in, so captivating
i really like that
its realy nice :-)
Can't be rid
It’s the heat in my eyes
It’s the bloody bobbing cork
That never swims and never sinks.
When you don’t see it for a while
And think you are rid
It bobs back
with all the force
of latent dormancy
Is this a bloody poem or
My high school physics talking!
I swear!
I am one #@$#ed up wannabe!
All I am saying is that
I see it – I face it – can’t do nothing
Keeps changing from heat to ache
to defiance to reprieve
but always
bobbing throbbing mobbing me.
I can’t be rid.
Beautifully written. Impressive.
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