TO THE NYMPH OF SIMPLICITY My thoughts contrive to knot the tie of nexus. Catching flashes in the realm of unfathomed, Catching a wit of queer phantom. In a moment, I halt. I know you yet my soul just meets you Then slumber caged my senses… I’m in the realm of white, of new sphere, of queer faces. As clock twist its hands, I gain chums. In same realm, I meet a damsel of calm. An Artemis by chest, an Athena by wits, Yet an Aphrodite to soul in bits. Then flashes of glimpse reach my chase. Remember… Words never escape in our lips back then, Knot is like a river written by pen. But then an unknown chain is named. With the petty things we exchange – eBooks With the way we utter hello – I smile, You jest with a kidding sneer. Your lips speak none but purpose unseen; Your pen writes none but wits of a queen; Your deeds are grandeur of no quantum. My lips may tell not, My pen may write not, My deeds may show not, But, I’m thankful… For you yield me one of the best present, Present dressed as ribbon of chain – FRIENDSHIP. -yan tabi ang poem na gift saku ni Mary Joy Esquivel Nierva for my bday, thanks so much niervs dawa di ko maray naintinjan, aram ko magayon yan.. :) :)
Posted on: Sun, 06 Oct 2013 13:31:12 +0000
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