It was 3.am in the morning
when she restarted her system
The background reloaded the scene
how long has it been?
the key letters rushed to the screen
while the curtains were waving
to the celebrated farewell
The plain sheets were craving
for more mistakes to spell
tempted to recite her speech
she spread her wings for the words to reach
flew in the crowded space of her mind
knew her theme was just as blind
as the ragging memories
and the fading theories
The words dance on the digital floor
she took a deep breath
what more to confess.. ?
It was suppose to be an editorial
turned out to be a nagging memorial
ticking like a clock
breaking the prevailing silence
she signed the letter with her initials
sealed it with a longing kiss
losing to the king of chess
It was never over
now that she's sober
the rising dawn was her witness
his strength as her weakness
interrupting the saving button
attempted to press the delete
she decided to retreat
making the loudest possible,
typing noise.
4 comments:
what a great blog! thanks for visiting my blog, i'm glad you liked it, though yours is much more artistic :
wish i could contact with u in email too but icant (desertrose@yahhoo.com)not working
(! good luck and keep up the good work
"tempted to recite her speech /
she spread her wings for the words to reach" Great rhyme. Your poetry has so much energy, so I think when you use lines like the one I quote, it really changes the pace and works well :)
thank you osama..i really liked ur blog..and its my pleasure you liked my poems..this Email is very old may be it stopped working.i ll keep writing..its my passion,as long as you are enjoying reading it,then i m on the right path..:)
Dear Adam..you know that when these words come from you,its my honor! thank you and you are right,i always try to stir my words changing their energy..to take the reader in a journey through "the butterflies of my mind.." :_)
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