And we never thought that
that would be the last, as we rolled
fine frenzy on couches worn thin, when we
laughed, o how we laughed!
Side splitting, tears flowing out squinted eyes and down
our scrunched up! cheeks, resting on the widest
smiles we’d smiled for the longest time; and
we stood, arms flailing, gesticulating, fingers
pointing, wild, seeking meaning, making meaning
meaning to communicate what was
hidden, secret upon those cards so full
of wonder and mystery, and, perhaps, that which was
graven on our wondrous hearts. And yet
in the infernal din, the raucous raving of our fevered
minds – even in the still moving span of a moment
slowed to perfect clarity – we never thought that
that would be the last. Maybe . Seven pairs of steps taking
us, fourteen feet, falling, away. Maybe, then we might
have thought that that was the last.
That was the last.
Settlers’
May 21, 2006 by walkingbroken
Your poetry is really pretty
what is it about…?
what do you think it’s about?
time to practise those unseen skills…heh.
reminds me of frost’s two look at two, in a way. heh
why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?
cos it feels so good when i stop..=)
i kinda get this.
but kinda dont also.
nvm.
can i request for a poem.
based on the idea of.
confusion?
i can probably do one on confusion – as soon as inspiration hits and i have enough things to write it out on
what kinda confusion exactly?
LoL yes what kind of confusion? Or are you just leaving it up to the poet to decide? xD
Anyhow.. what’s it referring to? I liked the language and phrasing – was it talking about a FOOTBALL match by any chance?
OKAY! Saw on ms tan’s blog. So it was Settler’s Cafe you guys went to… which game was it anyway?
oh Charis. You aer SO sneaky. lol. umm. this post seems to be filled with commentts by THE BIG people you know. i wonder where BIG is. lol. and the little person, take care of your head! hitting your head obsessively may be fun for a while, but once there is blood stop okay~ and for the poem, all i can say is ‘…’ cause i really don’t see the point in being so obsessed over soccer. I would never get so obsessed over soccer. But maybe its like my obsession with gaming. But im not all that obsessed either. I dont get the point of your ‘Side splitting, tears flowing out squinted eyes and down our scrunched up! cheeks, resting on the widest smiles we’d smiled for the longest time;’ its a bit too extreme for me. The only time i experienced something close to that was when my sister scored the winning goal for the National Hockey finals. Is it close enough? lol. i probably need some pills to rev up my emotions.
unless i’m high. then i experience an extreme happiness. lol. some people say its scary.
haha. guessed it. tsk! =)
zakei! we’re meeting at kallang mrt at 1.15 today! haha. do you have my hp no.? pls give me your so i can contact you (>
wooohoo!
ps, my hp no.’s 94237371
wells. (:
its for the poet to decide.
Isn’t a message board for commenting on people’s posts? not exchaning numbers?
i kinda get this too…it gives me this feeling of people in a tavern drinking beer in a brokeback mountain setting.
but reading the comments,i realised it also makes sense to interpret it as a football match.