Thursday, 22 November 2007

Myriad memories.


The Second World War.
Icecream and chocolate cake.
White pajamas.
Smiles that are fake.
Scrabble and chess.
Peter Pan and Shakespeare.
Blazer and tie.
A glass of draught beer.
Pacing around the room.
A box of matches.
Bacon and eggs.
Lots of red patches.
Far away in the distance.
And yet so near.
Oh, how I wish...
How I wish you were here.


Don't try to understand this poem. It makes lots of allusions of which only I know the significance.
It's my poem, dealing with my loss.
"What shall we use to fill these empty spaces..?"
- Pink Floyd.
They couldn't have been more correct. Some empty spaces just cannot be filled.
*sigh*
Aah well, life moves on. And one grows up.

6 comments:

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

i don't know what that means, but i like it.

Dream Baron said...

jak...ekta poem post korli tahole???? :-)

Fishy! said...

@ Doubletake, doublethink - Thank you. I think you do know what it means though, especially since I told you.
@ Dream baron - Heh yes, I finally did. Very spur-of-the-moment, though. Wrote it in 10 minutes or so.

Opaline said...

I really really really like this poem. I dont know what it's about but it's still very evocative. Lovely poem, fish.

★●Shadow Stalker●★ said...

I grasped some lines of it, but, would really like to hear the greater part of the story which you don't wanna disclose in here.

Fishy! said...

@ Opaline: Thank you!

@ Shadow Stalker: Erm.. What makes you think I would want to disclose it?