strained effort…just to get back on the groove
ah…it feels good to have created something again. i certainly have missed it…thus the third part of confrontation posts was made. now it’s a trilogy…hahaha! altho’ i must admit the third part was quite rusty compared to the first two. though the others don’t necessarily need closure, i just thought i’d make a third one nonetheless. just because i am compelled to ‘write’ and thought i’d give it a try. but it’s good that i was able to finish it rather than ending up just deleting the whole thing altogether…like some of my attempted entries. this reminds me of the poem that took me a year to finish…
(drafted on ‘06): Not Every Girl’s Dream of a Love Story
I once saw and met a young man,
And he, for my love, indeed sought.
With much wooing, and him pursuing,
My heart was eventually caught.
She sees and meets a young man,
The likes of him – the one – I’ve seen.
And her attention is caught
Just like how mine had been.
She looks and she gazes,
Her eyes were then caught.
She is soon drawn closer
Sooner than she would’ve thought.
Intently she lingers closer,
And, like I did, she falls for him.
And to such dismay, my beloved,
After her, he fell right in.
Alas, oh alas! Woe is me!
For unknown to my knowledge was his deceit.
So when I stumble upon his betrayal,
My trust broke, my heart sunk—I suddenly felt incomplete.
Questions upon questions
Wonderings filled my mind.
I may be inexperienced
But I’m neither stupid nor blind.
Questions upon questions
He did fail to answer.
“Who is this man before me?”
I suddenly began to wonder.
Denials upon denials,
All truth he planned to hide.
But I already have witnessed
The unmasking of his veiled shaded side.
Promises upon promises,
One by one lay empty.
No assurance from him was found.
There was no room left for me.
His usual quick reply turned silent.
His comforting words became cold.
His arms that usually reaches out
Turned limp – useless for me to hold.
And when love’s dying flame faded,
The once glowing reality became a memory;
It’s last glowing ember dimmed into a dream.
(Scoffs) So much for my happy love story!
I know of a young woman
Who, for her love, was sought.
And I knew the man who professed to love her,
Who, instead, in his deceitful, thoughtless act was caught.
Without much explaining, he wanted out.
And out he walked away.
Yet her love for him confuses me,
For, despite of pain, she wished he’d stay.
After his long silence signaled no hope,
She rose back to stand on her feet.
Despite of her heartbreaking experience,
She refuses to accept defeat.
And somewhere, he sees a young woman,
The likes of her – the one – he’d seen before.
And when he was drawn back to her,
With renewed strength and much wisdom, she said, “No more!”
i just thought i’d include it because it fits the subject–strained effort…just to get back on the groove. hehehe…hurrah, for prose and poetry!
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