More dabbling in verse…
The great bard said, ‘The
course of true love never did run smooth’
I don’t know about love but I
will say that about truth
The universe conspires to go
against your grain
Resist as you might, you are
forced to play the game
Does being good always pay in
the end?
Not on this earth, possibly in
heaven
Yet nobody ever confirmed that
a heaven exists
What good is good then if no
good comes of it?
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 8:16 pm
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I used to enjoy and also found
it much easier to write in verse form when I was much younger—I find it
immodest to use the word ‘poem’ even though that is what I aim at. Maybe there is
a natural flow of feeling and evocation of wonder at that age that makes it
easier. Or maybe as you read a lot of hard prose as you grow older you lose a
certain lyrical and softer quality of expressing ideas and emotions. I don’t
know what it is…but even now, now and then, I feel the urge to dabble in verse…
Many a time have I thought of
you:
Of words you said, of words I
might have said,
Of words I did say, of words
you left unsaid,
Of words that didn’t matter,
of words that shattered.
And when I think of all those
words now,
I smile at myself,
At the waste of all those
words.
I see with wisdom born of
clarity,
That it was never about words.
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 5:51 am
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