To you, who could not seem to grow,
Engend'ring only sighing, sobbing,
how pitiful to struggle so,
With pulseless pulse, with pointless throbbing!
To you, so far from breath or light,
So far from true birth or becoming,
To you, who knew but fruitless fight,
A moment's being, a second's humming,
To you, my love, I give my heart,
My grief I could not bear you fairer
Than weakest weaves, soon rent apart:
A garment that betrays the wearer.
Return to me, I beg of you:
Next time, the knots will prove more true.
My first attempt at stricter poetry in... uh... well, in forever. But it seemed like the only way to say it...
7 comments:
How beautiful - the words of longing and hopelessness and care and guilt - they spoke to my heart.
Thank you for posting that, it was wonderful.
It's beautiful. And..is that my nose getting all tingly? Am I...could I be...crying a little bit?
i think it was the perfect way to say it all, well done.
My gosh, that was a beautiful poem. It was heartbreaking, but poigant. You have a true talent.
Really beautiful. Sometimes that's just the only way to say it....
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful and poignant poem with us, shinejil.
This is beautiful. More importantly it is heartfelt.
And you threw in a Moomin. Just awesome. (not that you had to write the poem. the Moomin).
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