Personal Space Cannot Exist
There are chances or collisions
One never plans, never truly possesses
Alone, but with quarks and protons …
What matters then our private spaces?
Private alone the mind of the Space Magician
Whence comes the contours of our destinies
Whereby Little Space and Mighty Space breathe as one
Yet One is without clay ears and clay eyes
Touch, trespass, touchiness, trial;
Vanity, variety, vortex of violence
Mimicking proton and anti-proton in some vain vial
Our cell-sites and web-sites exaggerating difference
The message of space is as personal as that of Time
Educated, satiated, rich or otherwise – your atom is but mine
Categories:
touchiness, emotions, independence day, jealousy,
Form: Alliteration
Innocence has its travails of
Losing the true identity of
Being touchy versus being sensitive.
I ruined many beautiful moments
Forsook my joys to reel in entanglements
Of lively public bantering as being abusive
A mild joke was a jab of cold heartedness
Brooding for days over the other's rudeness
Undervaluing true love by being hyperreactive
I left old love for foreign shores
Not on basis of personal wars
But reasons much more elaborative
Long distances and free of heart
I downsized my kiddish touchiness as advert
My heart became ruminatively introspective
I realised no man could live up to his demeanour and heart
A reversal of attitude transformed me with better art
I pined for his undemanding nature, now so laudative
I returned with a list of do's and dont's in my small fist
Loaded with more love for my compulsive humorist
Being a little calmative, relationships become more attractive
April 22, 2016
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
touchiness, care, love, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme