Reminiscense of Moonlight Flooded Roads
It has been years since I passed by this road
All these times I took that detour by choice
And though I heard it's now paved superbly
I always find funny excuses to steer away
But tonight, and for no particular reason
Perhaps, a little help from the flooding moon
The cobwebs of intentional amnesia parted
I seized nostalgia and took the route I dreaded
The road is better now, it drives differently
Gone are the potholes and so is that tree
Under which we have held hands and kissed
On one moonlit night that feels just like this!
I was a bit surprised by the freshness of it all
The traces and the memories that I still harbor
And though we said we have moved along
O how easily I get moved by an old lover's song
Slowly I drove, through some kind of reminiscin'
Memories warmed me with a sweet kind of pain
The bumps of the old road are gone but so is my love
That sweet fine young lady that I use to have…
O how I wish the road had stayed the same
The swirling dust, the moon-surface terrain
I could go back to walking under Asingan's sun
3 comments:
I'm not much of a poet, but I do remember nights like these. Your pain, I cannot empathize, but I think I understand lost loves. Hey, if you can write poems like this, then I’m sure you can still woo any lady out there. Like that old adage says: “Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone.”
Nice poem, it plucks the heart strings of an incurable romantic like me. Hey, Ricky, you commented about the words "laugh" and "weep". Let me share you this: I've been to a science exhibition ("Body Works") and I've learned about the six basic emotions that are recognizable among all cultures: anger, joy, surprise, fear, distress and disgust. About "laugh" and "weep"? A Lebanese-American writer has said: You may forget the one with whom you have laughed but you never forget the one with whom you have wept. Maybe this is the reason why the passing away of a loved one is not easily forgotten. Oh, BTW, I share your pain in losing your famous dog whose accidental "passing away" is all over DC.
Hi SS,
I hope Mang Vic doesn't mind me hiding out in his blogs for a few days. You're right, I need to get out of DC once in a while. I've made myself too visible out there. So, about this poem and Moonstruck, I think I misread it the first time around. I think it's just a poem about losing a girl, not of "passing away", but growing apart.
Most of us have had those kinds of relationships, I think. And that Lebanese was right, you remember those you wept for, but hardly those you laugh with. Ironic.
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