then there was a post....
time a double edged swordchasing catching waiting
all my days spent running around
all of my weeks spent
all my months
my years waiting
do you feel
and I know
and we'll grow
and there will always be a hand to hold
days like piano keys waiting to be played
hours of sky, hours of talks, hours of sun,
the way the wind blows
I painted my room, but the colour is washed out
sorry sorry I'm so sorry for the walls
the day that I came home
sorry for the colour
its so sad
I came in today
that washed out paint doesnt want to wash out my clothes
its in my hair
on my watch
on my glasses
on my jeans
on my top
on the carpet
on the apple I just ate
and I'm so sorry
so sorry for the colour
the memory wont fade either
posted by Miss Wendy Eileen at 4/12/2006 07:26:00 PM
4 Comments:
oh brilliant.A post worth the wait.
Thanks
vathsan
Thanks! This is actually my photography teacher...after photoshop.
Your photography teacher? :D Does he know? :D Was he really holding a sword?
I can't figure out the paint poem. Does it mean something?
My best interpretation...
Paint fades(like memories), but you can still see the paint no matter how much time passes(like you can't forget some memories, even though the memory isn't as strong as it once was)?
Anyway, good writing. :)
And sorry for not commenting sooner. I read this a long time ago, but as I was typing a comment, I didn't think my comment was good enough, so I ended up not commenting(I can be very critical of things I write, which is probably why I'm not good at writing poetry). Just because I don't comment doesn't mean I don't visit. :)
Oh sorry Patty - I only saw this now - well its about me painting my walls. lol, I got paint everywhere...its still everywhere. Um and about my teacher well he is also a 6th dan and went to Japan and got a real samarai sword (spelling) as a gift from a master there.
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