The Pleasure of Seeing You From Afar
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The pleasure of seeing you from afar
is a pen tipped in iron --
words flow bold and resolute until you wander
carelessly into my path, and stop the world on its point.
I have circumscribed my world around you.
It is impossible to love you twice; but I listen
with my eyes -- for the air that you sigh is
uttered, vibrant, shaped, articulated like
sonorous thunder in the skies of skies
It is impossible to love you twice,
yet the beauty of those in transition, and those in isolation
paints passion like a requiem for a blood-filled vein.
A poet's words simply are. They are both the void and
the space that fills. Every excess is a mistake.
The pleasure of seeing you from afar,
is why I've built a colonnade for my dreams,
surrounded it with intervals, colours, even echoes
of a narcissus's whim, if only -- if only
for the simple pleasure of seeing you from afar.
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Talking about a love lost?Originally posted by peebrain:The pleasure of seeing you from afar
is a pen tipped in iron --
words flow bold and resolute until you wander
carelessly into my path, and stop the world on its point.
I have circumscribed my world around you.
It is impossible to love you twice; but I listen
with my eyes -- for the air that you sigh is
uttered, vibrant, shaped, articulated like
sonorous thunder in the skies of skies
It is impossible to love you twice,
yet the beauty of those in transition, and those in isolation
paints passion like a requiem for a blood-filled vein.
A poet's words simply are. They are both the void and
the space that fills. Every excess is a mistake.
The pleasure of seeing you from afar,
is why I've built a colonnade for my dreams,
surrounded it with intervals, colours, even echoes
of a narcissus's whim, if only -- if only
for the simple pleasure of seeing you from afar.
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Comments are convivially welcomed.
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lol. that, and a little more.
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He knows the girl is gone, yet he cannot but help looking after her and caring for her without being seen.He wants to worry for her, for that is the only thing keeping him sane.Originally posted by peebrain:lol. that, and a little more. -
Your interpretation is a little different from my standpoint when I wrote this.Originally posted by LazerLordz:He knows the girl is gone, yet he cannot but help looking after her and caring for her without being seen.He wants to worry for her, for that is the only thing keeping him sane.
For me at least, the persona in this poem is someone who prides himself for his mastery of words -- and he seeks solace in them as well.
There's love lost, no doubt, and he grapples with warring minds and a divided heart. In the sanctuary of his inner state he paints a world of coulda, woulda, shouldas with his words, and yet, when he finally sees her in the flesh, a chance meeting after a long parting -- his world comes to a standstill.
And he realises with a jolt, that no amount of words or yearning could ever hope to capture her loveliness. Just with a chance meeting, she again robs him of his one, unique gift and renders him speechless.
Even then, he is helpless drawn to her. To preserve a tenuous grip on his reason, he can only hope to see her from afar. -
Interesting.Have to draw on your words for more inspiration then.Originally posted by peebrain:Your interpretation is a little different from my standpoint when I wrote this.
For me at least, the persona in this poem is someone who prides himself for his mastery of words -- and he seeks solace in them as well.
There's love lost, no doubt, and he grapples with warring minds and a divided heart. In the sanctuary of his inner state he paints a world of coulda, woulda, shouldas with his words, and yet, when he finally sees her in the flesh, a chance meeting after a long parting -- his world comes to a standstill.
And he realises with a jolt, that no amount of words or yearning could ever hope to capture her loveliness. Just with a chance meeting, she again robs him of his one, unique gift and renders him speechless.
Even then, he is helpless drawn to her. To preserve a tenuous grip on his reason, he can only hope to see her from afar.