I know it's a bit too late to say "Happy New Year," but I haven't yet greeted you here in 2014, so, a happy New Year to you all! It's been long actually, but this year, I will be able to post more often, I mean, seriously.
So here is my first poem of the year. As usual, it landed on where I didn't expect at the beginning, but a poem too "takes off on its own once it’s started" so I couldn't help it. By the way, it's kinda symmetrical, like many of my other poems...*sigh* I wish I could fly from arrogance to reverence within just 20 lines or so in a real life, but it ain't so easy, right? Well, I hope you will enjoy your own assigned "reading" this year!
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Reader’s Digest
In my arrogance,
I thought this was a second time reading
Of a book I’ve already read.
As if it was just tracing over
An already-known plot.
However,
I crashed against its storyline
As I tried to follow my own prediction.
Every time I faced unpredictable pages,
I got upset and confused, laughed and cried.
At each reading, I’m made a novice.
There is no book alike.
Once it’s opened it takes off on its own.
No going back or skipping allowed.
Only swallowing one page
At a time.
How a story will unfold
May depend on my digestion.
There must be a writer somewhere,
I suspect, reading on
With reverence.
So here is my first poem of the year. As usual, it landed on where I didn't expect at the beginning, but a poem too "takes off on its own once it’s started" so I couldn't help it. By the way, it's kinda symmetrical, like many of my other poems...*sigh* I wish I could fly from arrogance to reverence within just 20 lines or so in a real life, but it ain't so easy, right? Well, I hope you will enjoy your own assigned "reading" this year!
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Reader’s Digest
In my arrogance,
I thought this was a second time reading
Of a book I’ve already read.
As if it was just tracing over
An already-known plot.
However,
I crashed against its storyline
As I tried to follow my own prediction.
Every time I faced unpredictable pages,
I got upset and confused, laughed and cried.
At each reading, I’m made a novice.
There is no book alike.
Once it’s opened it takes off on its own.
No going back or skipping allowed.
Only swallowing one page
At a time.
How a story will unfold
May depend on my digestion.
There must be a writer somewhere,
I suspect, reading on
With reverence.