4 posts tagged “poetic”

i stopped a few steps away
to pause and think
contemplating
over the broken shards on the ground.
i turned back, and slowly kneeled over them
trying not to step on a single one.
i felt on the ground, gently sweeping
them into a large pile in the center.
i tried to get the last remnants,
little pieces, nothing more than pebbles, crumbs,
that had escaped me,
but try as i might
i could not get all of them.
so i made do with what i had
and scooped up the little hill,
spilling a little more over the edges of my hands,
falling through the cracks between my fingers,
they pitter-pattered onto the ground,
like small drops of rain.
instead of throwing them,
instead of flinging them away from me,
i put it in another
and stored it away on a shelf
out in the open, quite close to me.
then i left them there
so that maybe one day
i can try
and go back
to see if i could put it back together again.

i tried to tape it up and glue it back together the first time
but ever so slowly, the old cracks began to show and more new cracks branched out from the old
i held it in my hands, gently, cupping my fingers around it to hold it together
but even then, it was a fragile thing.
and then it cracked, a huge split down the middle
that broke all the other weak joints.
pieces, with nothing to hold them together any longer
fell within and into my hands.
some fell onto the ground,
completely shattered into a thousand pieces
yet i still clutched onto what stayed.
the fragments, flat-sided and dull-looking,
bruised and scraped the soft skin of my palms
as i squeezed them harder and harder
willing them to somehow meld together into some whole shape or form.
and then i looked down and let go
they scattered as they bounced off.
i tried to rub the pain away
as i stepped over the mess
and forward.

others might think its a small thing, but too me, it really means the world. more later too i expect, but i want to get this down before i lose it.

the minute i saw them, my heart filled up.
the entire time i was driving, with them shifting on the floor of my car, i felt warm with anticipation.
i walked, fast, into my house, making sure not to damage them.
i set them down on my counter and peeled back the plastic wrap and took hold of one.
i slowly sat down and took a single bite.
i chewed, gradually, letting the mix of flavors inundate the senses.  and i swallowed.
it didn't taste good.
it didn't taste yummy, or sweet, or delicious, or soft.
it didn't taste anything like any of those things.

it tasted of nostalgic memories
it tasted of good times and bad times,
laughter and tears
it tasted of friendship
it tasted of love

Clouds drifting by
Stay to linger and ponder
Fresh droplets of the river
I awaken from the dead.
Is it just blindness?
deafness?
Oh the great wall of China
is built on the dea, you know.
It took the wind to toussle my hair
And the tide to bring me in.

my sister wrote it for me out of gratitude. i guess a way to thank me for the shit i put up with her :]
yes being an older sister does have its rewards