Him: She looked different, I hadn’t seen her face this bright in a really long time. In that moment she was the moon, the star, a luminous soul that stood before my eyes. She was like confetti, leaving sparkles where she stepped. It wasn’t like the happiness she plastered on her face or the smile that made dimples appear on the ends of her lips. This was different. I could feel the energy.
Her cheeks swallowed her eyes whole and those hidden teeth behind her lips were exposed. It was just everything about her, how her voice was powerful and high-pitched just like a youngster. The way her pupils dilated and showed all her excitement. The way her soul radiated excitement and joy. It was everything about her, the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she laughed. Happiness made her feel like she could do anything. Happiness was more than just beautiful on her. It was luminous and powerful.
Her: This happiness felt ineffable. It was more than just a star lighting up in the dark, it was more than the darkness fading away. It wasn’t the happiness that is supposed to be picture perfect or the commercially perfect of having pearly white teeth. It was the one that my soul roar and bursting away from the confinement. It was the happiness that made adrenaline rush through my veins and neurons spark every cell of mine. It was the happiness that made me not care about what others thought, whether I was too much or over-excited. I was happy, I was more than happy after a very long time. It didn’t matter to me. I felt fierce. I felt like a child. I felt everything beautiful and powerful. I didn’t want to lose it to others words or to anything in this world. I was going to protect it, guard it and hold on to it. I was going to shine and radiate.
A long time ago
A time quite known
There was a man
Who was seeking the truth
Who's wish was to understand
The path drawn by the hand
The way of the wandering
Hence his truth
Circles he thought
Was what the hand would draw
All wandering quite agreed
But one did not
He was defiant
Back he went
Lunacy was inherent
The way he tread
The hand the man doubted
Had but made a mistake
Or just a perspective
Shall remain unknown
Perplexed our man
Circles he thought
Had it not been this wanderer
Who chose to defy
He would have been kept
From the truth
Are the paths
That all who wander
Its only the perspective
That defines the lunacy
The path of the wanderer.
Could have made a mistake
But who knows
He too might have been
At least a little bit.
The poem is about Kepler's quest to understand planetary orbits, which he thought should be circular. The to and fro movement of mars (also loop the loop motion) didn't fit the hypothesis of circular orbits. In the end he had to abandon his idea of circles to ellipses, which fit the anomalous movement of mars perfectly.
the faerie is unwell
his shadow drags him
regretting taking him to parties
due to the muttering and monologues
the fashionable goggles he insists on wearing
are dark and distort perception
after rigorous analysis of observations and field notes now conclude that faeries have personality disorders.
When I am old I will say what I think
And not worry to be thought a clown or a fool.
When I am old I will borrow from youth
As guiltlessly as a child robs the cookie jar.
When I am old I will throw away fashion
And dress myself solely in comfort as I please.
When I am old I will share anger I feel
Instead of letting it take bites out of my soul.
When I am old I will walk away quickly
From those who’s motives I find to be suspect.
When I am old I will sleep in my chair
And have picnics on my bed if I so choose.
When I am old I will go to the places
That in youth I deemed not appropriate.
When I am old I will will buy stuff that sparkles
Simply because I like shiny things.
When I am old I will sing when I feel it
And not fret that my voice isn’t pretty.
When I am old I will pet everyone’s puppies
And laugh as they lick all over my face.
When I am old I will stop tearing up like a fool
When parade marching bands with their banners go by.
When I am old I will be sprung from this prison
Referred to as rational adult behavior.
When I am old.
Yes, when I am old.
I can't wait to be an eccentric old lady!
I have "spoken wrong" again, been unjust with my words
I have been eccentric, I haven't followed your personal ideals
I am on a path to the other side, I am drinking
this "poison" down, it will be my own "undoing"
Somehow these activities have been the grease
which lubricate the "devils wheels"
I am underneath all "normalcy," I have seen things
that the children "should not ever see"
There is a path I have tread upon that bares your mark,
I didn't see the mark before hand but "knew better"
You are the one! You will show me the way, I am yours
to ****** upon all knowledge both right and wrong
I will always be in your shadow, I am poor but still
I have "spoiled myself" with work that is lesser
~You will never say two simple words,
they are beyond your comprehension~
~You the "mature," "wise" old one with years of
learning and "pure" precision~
~I am always in your debt, you never need me,
I alone make the untrusted decision~
The two words you would never say are simple:
Here goes...! Well at least I tried!
pokes the shore,
waves' bubbly edges
sand and rocks,
ocean...fondles shore with
Copyright February 7, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Love poem #4