Arrogance and tactlessness have a price.
Neruda
April 13, 2008 at 7:29 am (Life, the Universe and Everything, Poetry, RL)
Tags: beauty, forgetting, love, memories, philosophy
I’m a bit lost, a bit adrift
Straying along the galaxy
Sleep deprived a little
Working overtime. Yes.
Wondering about loss and pain
and what they mean, really.
How very unfair it is that
some few can drive daggers into hearts &
some have and some lose, but all hurt
What does it matter anyhow?
Nothing is to stay, and maybe just maybe neruda was too full of pain and bitterness to see:
He had her once. He’ll never forget. And for those moments she was only his. You can’t control or be sure of what will happen. Or what happened before. And if ownership is a concept real, then to have had is to have, because you’ll never lose your past unless you choose to.
Or you forget.
Building up
April 7, 2008 at 3:57 pm (Poetry)
Tags: duty, love, mountains
Somewhere beneath Period Three Implies Chaos
In the whirlwind
of strange, unexplained, half-forgotten phenomena
of dirty mugs, empty bottles, open pens;
Between the dog-eared copies of Slowness and the Prophet
and half-corrected fourth grade notebooks
with strawberry stains smeared generously on top
Lies a cream envelope she’s looking for:
Love
Buried beneath mountains of duty and paper.
Modified from the original on the LotrPlaza.
