It's been a while now since my last post, but I hadn't completely ignored the blog during that time. I have actually been tweaking mediocre things here and there in the meantime. And, while doing so, I've been working up to this post.
My next poem was actually inspired by a moment. One so insignificant and meaningless that not even I could really explain where it originated. I was standing at the bus stop talking to a colleague of mine from college (I would say friend, but it's his belief that that term is far too "loose"), Trevor Gilmartin, it was just an ordinary day. When my bus arrived, Trevor went the opposite direction from I, but I had this sudden realisation that, just because we part, it doesn't mean our relationship changes in any way. We'll just see each other again tomorrow :)
And that has to be the weirdest piece of inspiration I have ever received, but I have Trevor to thank, because this poem plays in my head almost every minute of my days, reciting the sentences over and over. I hope ye all like it!
Despite the fact that Trevor was the inspiration to the poem, I have decided to dedicate it to someone else. I want to dedicate it to Katherine Valero, my best friend. Regardless of the distance that exists between us, there is no one in the world like you α¦
Metaphoric Ends
Once we were passing strangers
With no knowledge of each other's names.
And there had not yet been the memories,
Or the photos in the frames.
We had never said the words,
Or greeted as we passed.
Or agreed on a certain relationship.
No atmosphere had been cast.
We had not worried about tomorrow,
Or if we'd see each other soon.
We had never thought about a future, together,
Or promised each other the moon.
We had our own paths to walk on,
And our own futures to live for.
But then one day our paths crossed,
And we felt loneliness, no more.
I often believed it metaphorical,
When I witnessed people part.
How it seemed they were leaving forever,
Separating at the heart.
I thought of the directionality,
The opposite ways they would go.
And I felt a little melancholy,
For the things they'd never know.
That same belief remains within me,
I still fear those metaphoric ends.
Now though, with you, I realise,
We'll always part as friends.
1st October 2014
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