Not Long Ago
I would like you...
to read this poem, not ‘cos it’s different
from the rest of mine, maybe, ‘cos I wrote it, just now---
five minutes ago. Although, I believed
...that I gave my best for this write,
yet still, it needs attention, the pleasing
sound of your heart,
as you caress every word of it.
A rhyme, skinned from geranium’s lips...that November
whispered me, a song, of two birds I saw, hanging on
an oak tree. What’s there below, in silent gaze, peeking
at them? Do you know the color of their days? Oh, I still
recall, vividly, the color of my yesterday: let me
remember you, hmm, I think it was… Ahh no, I’ll just leave
that to you, untangling the spell, yes the spell, of my
adolescent years, hidden in this poem, of not so long ago!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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