Twenty years of my life waved me goodbyes
At the moment you asked me to close my eyes
One more glance at the jumping candle
One and one more jumps lighted in my startle
With beating chaos playing at my ears
Words rubbed here, only vaguely could i hear
Might they only, belong to cheeks and snow-light lips
The leaves we saw in the morning, still whirling, down and down and down
Down like the two person in the candle's jumping eyes
With twenty years of my life waving me goodbyes
You wanted to write us in a bubble's life
To drunk every vein in a rainbow's shine
I wanted to answer you till winter's come
Under thousands thousands of snow-light kisses, fall into a dream
A dream that bubble won't die, rainbow forever shine
Rippling on my head, your last words, as twenty years' goodbyes
I still dream that dream, my dear passer-by
Twenty Years of Goodbyes! ! Nicely written..deep yet Subtle, , Loved the lines You wanted to write us in a bubble's life To drunk every vein in a rainbow's shine I wanted to answer you till winter's come! ! thank you for sharing Yun! 10++
interesting poem, especially, for me, the title and how it is used at the end. in your Poet's Notes: it's should be its. oops! i'm not sure what snow-light lips are, but i like the alliteration. bri :)
Ahhh....so mysterious, so haunting, so beautiful. Love that first line so much, and you carry it through nicely. I feel like another passer by on the sidewalk, watching something wonderful unfold, passion conveyed in expression, glances, smiles, wordless gestures that leave me happily unsettled. \
This is a Poem of Passage from one phase of your life to another, from, say, adolescence to adulthood. Your poem has many striking features: for example, the Voice of the Speaker - she has poise, readiness, confidence; she is able to talk about this event both in general and specific terms - the general outlook is summed up in the refrain of TWENTY YEARS which have prepared the speaker for this moment, and other time references fit this category, like the autumn image in the morning of falling leaves as if time raced ahead during the night, and her wish that this experience could be extended into winter. But the specific nature of the incident is transient. it's over with dawn and the candle is still burning but the passer-by can't wait for it to sputter out. Another element of your poem is its allusiveness - you don't state things directly, and that dovetails with the dreamy atmosphere of the poem. And it further enhances a wistful quality, as if the incident remains suspended and time itself has not moved on. But of course that's part of the dream - time has moved on and taught the speaker a lesson which she cannot yet put into her own words. This is a remarkable and complex poem.
LOVE, WHAT A WORD! I'm not surprised this is one of your favorite poems. You found the words to convey the experience so forcefully and clearly that it's a model for you - for us - of what a poem can achieve. It's the union of feelings and words that makes a poem succeed as literature and life. As I read this poem, I felt keenly that your words were taking me to the heart, the truth of your experience.
Thank you Daniel, really appreciate these words you gave me here. This poem is my favorite one, I remember that feeling of words running through my mind and heart naturaly and intensely that i must wrote them down immediately, or else i would fall into an unfathomable trap of missing. Affections from deep within was so uncontroable at that moment. Love, what a word!
lovely poem that speaks to the soul. every body feels this way but it needs a special person to bring it out vividly as she has donr
thanks, Tauhid Alausa. Although i do not know what a soul is, how it feels, but, it's a powerful and beautiful thing i can feel and want to cherish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning and true I think I have said this before but I am going to say it again you shine through with your poetry, You are a good person and the world around you will notice it with just one smile or just one sentence keep up the hard work and once you get there go further. That flower is beautiful.
the picture i shooted in dormitory at midnight after writing these words down, and happily found out that it's quite suitble for the poem!