I often wonder why?
And yes…I try
I picture loving
But always shoving, aside
It hurts so, yet it feels so good
If only I could (What shall I do?)
I can imagine the twinkle in my eye
Is it a teardrop from my cry?
Oh – my smile full of gleam
… But it hurts so much…
If only I can touch…
Images closer than mirrors
Scents within souls,
Is the key I hold, so close?
Climbing within the depths of me
Floating the brims among the sea
Sitting around a bushel of love
With a fistful of hope in one hand
The other, my rope
It feels so good
Why can’t I understand?
Love and trust
Comes hand in hand
Today’s poem, titled Secretly Searching, is the third poem from my “mini-series” of poems I promised to share in between normal posts that was written during my college years. My professor had little to say about this one but I felt good about it after writing.
I think this also was a time when I was still hurting from a loss and my mind was filled with questions as to why things had to happen the way they did. However, one of the things I observed that seem to be common in some of my writings is how I wrote from a place of emotional pain, hurt, resentment seemingly based on a past I couldn’t let go of. On the other hand, I’m grateful for the experience.
For the most part, my professor had this to say, “Good idea. The rhyme seems to get in the way here.” I took that with a grain of salt. After all, this was a beginning for me and I thought poetry was about rhyme. Silly me 🙂. Thanks to him, I learned a lot. Enjoy!