Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A-minor



I am,
A tune on a minor scale,
with rhymes to buy from whoever will sell;
The occasional laughter in my dreams
and a life slowly coming apart at the seams.
A new old book with yellowed pages,
scribbles on the margins and frayed edges,
and a flower pressed inside for no one to find,
its scent still lingering in the nooks of my mind...

I was re-reading some of my old poems a while back, and there was E-minor, something I had written almost exactly two years back.This poem is different from that in almost all possible ways, but for me they are somehow related...

Image Courtesy - Place Promised in Our Early Days, by Makoto Shinkai

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

scribbles on the margins and frayed edges .. is my favorite line here! Thanks for making it back to my blog! Glad to have you answered my comments!

Anonymous said...

Oh, and good luck with your exams!!!

Hyde Park Poetry Palace said...

good luck on your exams..

JamieDedes said...

Many tidbits that continue will continue to nibble at the mind and layers of feelings. Well done.

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