Today, Another Point To Start - Poem by jhowel mendoza
Today, another point to start
To ponder upon the very first day.
The day when your wavy hair dot
In the cold conference room;
My orbs awed; like rodents
Left me at trance like someone
Who saw Blaine standing on
A tall post for days! Unmoved
Like post? Like lake which waters
Never waved by winds?
Months passed; your visage still
Fresh in my memories; that very
Moment when the flashes of light
At the conference room. My heart
Throbbed at your front, limping?
Though far from where you are,
Just a shadow, parcel of you
Makes my brow quivers.
Still, your solitude remains;
Mystify this audience hides.
For unknown reasons, perhaps
Or, I know the reason for sure
Like the language we spoke and teach
I know the reasons. They are clear
No doubt about them.
I fancied at grandious of simplicity;
Your beauty thrust within me like
A dagger that pierced chest, and
Mum my outspoken tongue?
These, perhaps, are the reasons.
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