Jan 2012
Wait! – we have time to camouflage
In the comforting darkness, to hide, and
to clench the distant stars with the
emptiness of our fists-
to sieve the grains of sand through the
bones of our fingers, and to permit the slippery
texture of youth to wash itself, wash away,
and to quench our thirst thereafter-
you say we have time, to map the colours of
opalescent, to re-capture it on dry canvas,
and to crash the waves on our creations,
as if we really had time.
In the comforting darkness, to hide, and
to clench the distant stars with the
emptiness of our fists-
to sieve the grains of sand through the
bones of our fingers, and to permit the slippery
texture of youth to wash itself, wash away,
and to quench our thirst thereafter-
you say we have time, to map the colours of
opalescent, to re-capture it on dry canvas,
and to crash the waves on our creations,
as if we really had time.
I need to get a better title for this.
It's on how we are often told we have the freedom of our youth to do so many things (each of these things specifically revealed in the images of each stanza) - but are unable to get to in the midst of responsibilities and expectations.
P/S: School's starting, and I am going to have less time for poetry... sigh.
It's on how we are often told we have the freedom of our youth to do so many things (each of these things specifically revealed in the images of each stanza) - but are unable to get to in the midst of responsibilities and expectations.
P/S: School's starting, and I am going to have less time for poetry... sigh.
