December 10, 2008
My Poems: Dried Ink
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
I was hoping that my poem writing will improve and this time I actually edited this poem before putting it up (but I am still not satisfied with it). It does not have a burst of energy in its tone (like Mystic Lovers) but I was hoping this poem would have longer lasting effect on its reader. I dunno–guess you would have to check it yourself. I hope you like it–I have been working hard on this poem and I have already caught three lines I want to edit, but I am putting it up as it is. (By the way, the second and fourth line of each stanza should be indented, but wordpress isn’t doing it. Gah!):
You and I can never prove,
—That what is never told can be.
The nostalgic winds flicker and move,
—Forever so silently.
Never will a today be like yesterday.
—Maybe the breeze will carry your name.
No other words can say,
—What it is and still be the same.
Never will the winds cease to blow;
—Moments sparkle and blink.
What you never said, I will never know.
—My paper is long but you ran out of ink.
A cold wind took you away.
—Today is always gone tomorrow,
Just as night is always after day.
—Time is something we can never borrow.
The black wind keeps blowing,
—Pulling us worlds apart–however,
I cannot keep going without you knowing,
—That your ink has stained me forever.