Inseparable
Inseparable
by Phillip Kimpo Jr.
The morning mist
Sends shivers down my spine
My hand trembles in the cold
Even as I hold yours,
Yours grip mine.
Both hands shiver
As we wait to cross the street.
Light turns green. Go, walk! – is your cheerful
Shriek.
The morning mist
Numbs my feet. Drag me
To the middle of the street
Where two sides meet
Dangers peak
And the road is
Split.
Your feet walk miles, mine an inch
Hands shiver.
Soothe me. Whisper
Those three words
Now foreign, now dull,
Fire dampened
By the morning mist.
Whisper, whimper
Tug at my hand
Pull me over, cross the divide
Pull me to the other side.
But my hand
Pulls otherwise.
1:30 AM
January 23, 2005
Quezon City
[Yeah, a month-old poem. Picture courtesy of one of my closest buddies, Pepoy. Taken in UP Diliman. The low-resolution scan does great injustice to his superb photography.]
slipped from the pen of Corsarius at 2:25 AM
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10 Comments:
nice poem you've got here... hmmm..i wonder what could be the reason that you walk an inch and your companion walks a mile? it's ok though, i do hope you'll both meet at your destined end ;P ciao!
I like this poem, especially the fourth stanza.
Setting the poem in the early morning may be suggesting a light/fresh mood. However, the mist could be read as connotating unsurety. This mix of feelings is not unlike what I've been experiencing lately...
anyhow, keep writing! your blog is v interesting to read.
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inseperable - the words i use to describe corsarius and his 'best friend', ia (not that ventolin).
this may be month old but the poem is eternal. i'm still having the mental picture of the poem, couple forever holding their hands..
to janny: salamat po :D ah, to meet at the destined end. reminds me of what people tell their heartbroken friends..."in the end, the two of you will still end up together." LOL! anyway, I'm *not* heartbroken. at least, not now :)
to z: hey, thank you very much :D i'm really glad you liked it. and yes, you got it right (as my Literature prof will say: "completing the text") :) though of course, there's no wrong interpretation in poetry. thanks again! (btw, i linked you up).
to jonas: ah, so if the poem applies to us, then what does that mean? :p just kiddin, people.
"this may be month old but the poem is eternal." wow. thanks, bro.
i realized this is so Ode On A Grecian Urn. haha.
and for some reasons i still haven't mentioned, Kitchie's song can definitely play in the background of this scene. basta.
and i agree, pepoy's pics are superb. i still have all of them on hostage at home.
jonas: mas inseparable siya with his ventolin.
i only wish i knew shit about photography. nice poem, btw, corsarius. i missed you.
to transience: i wish i did, too :D thanks. and double thanks for that last line. makes me feel a li'l bit special :p missed ya too!
eLisS said (on the cbox): "corsarius !!! how have u been ?!?! =D damn i love tht poetry n pic!"
no, i'm not being vainglorious or anything...the tag just cheered me up, after this exacting, exhausting day. [and yes, my free cbox account's already reached the maximum amount of tags, so they're vanishing...one by one..eaten by time. why not preserve those happy memories?] thanks, eLisS! :D
i <3 the photo. :)
you have your way with words..
keep it up.
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