Hi everyone! FH's word count still isn't working and it's annoying the heck out of me. :P Oh well - I did work on it more today, so that's all good. In other news, my Sherlock Holmes boxed set finally shipped and it's so lovely and the books are hardcover and the box has Arthur Conan Doyle quotes on it and I'M SO EXCITED. So as you can tell, I know exactly what I'm going to be doing over winter break... ;)
This week's Friday Poetry is entitled Thoughts on Forever. I wrote it today, and while it was originally just what the title implied - some of my ramblings on the concept of forever - I eventually decided to scrap that and go with my usual fictional theme. ;) However, aside from that, this is quite different from other pieces I've written - I do tend to mention "forever" quite a bit in my poetry, but not really what the word amounts to. So I hope you enjoy the poem! And remember to leave your comments below to let me know what you think. xx
Thoughts on Forever
if you ask me, forever seems like an awfully long time.
forever consists of so many countless ups and downs and ins and outs and waterfalls of tears streaming down pale paper faces and booming laughter bubbling out of shaking shivering bellies and inky twilight blacks and bright sunshiny yellows and misty breaths materialising in sharp winter air and tiny crocuses waking up to new born springs and all those little things that add up to such big beautiful things
forever seems like just about the longest time there is, I think – and yet somehow, even though all I know is a hasty smudged green ink name scrawled on the soft fragile skin of my hand even though all I know is an electrified first glance and a soft sweet caressing conversation even though all I know is that I can still feel your fiery eyes burning into mine, still hear your quiet voice ringing through the rest, still taste your unvoiced fears and dreams and promises on my tongue –
even though I do not know anything at all about you or me or us well, somehow I think all the ups and downs and ins and outs and tears and laughter and nights and days and springs and winters and everything that makes up forever – well, I think all of that does not seem like it would be so long if it were to be spent with you.