hit the ground running.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Stranger in the Elevator

I was contemplating, for the longest time, writing a poem, and I had all these awesome tricks that I thought I'd slot in. And then I realised that hey, crappy poems, just don't work. But anyway, along the way I figured this much out -

Non-rhyming poems: God's gift to people with lousy vocabulary.

But turns out that there's more to poems than... a jumble of words. Well I can alliterate and juxtapose and onomatopae.. there really isn't a verb for that is there? But anyway my point is I'm a Proven Poor Poet. I'll just stick to the talents that I'm sure I have, like... err.

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Anyway, it's nice to know that I've still got readers after all. If you must know, I've stopped reading blogs already so I'm pretty much the blogging equivalent of The Tone-Deaf Neighbour Who Sings Karaoke at Night.

Much has happened recently- too much, too fast, maybe. And I'm still trying to stomach it all.

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little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight

little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight

for you know, once even I was a
little child, and I was afraid
but a gentle someone always came
to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears
and to give a kiss goodnight

well now I am grown
and these years have shown
that rain's a part of how life goes
but it's dark and it's late
so I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close

Vienna Teng - Lullabye for a Stormy Night

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