Winds changed direction today
and steered my thoughts
into unfriendly seas
so that when push
came to shove
I could only hit nine
and I made a note in electronic form
because the words were too surreal
for lined paper and ink
and the air too drafty for me to breathe
as I was recording the loss
Not knowing how to brave the cold
I fought for sunshine
but the brooding clouds
wouldn’t stay afloat
and it rained on me,
silent reveries
I like it.
Can you explain your sixth line please, the one that goes, ‘I could only hit nine’.
Thanks
I was actually looking at the same line. Hajera, methinks you wanted to call someone from the office and you pressed 9, but couldn’t go any farther.
awww
Couldn’t go any FURTHER was what I meant
LOL! Asmaa, I actually burst out laughing when I read your comment
And then my hacking cough took over
Narayanan, thanks. It’s a literal metaphor of sorts – feel free to use your imagination : )
LOL Asmaaaaaaa – that’s hilarious. Is she right Haj?
Uhh, no :S That’s why I laughed!
Yeah but I was pretty close!!! Hehehe
so what does the 9 mean then?
“It’s a literal metaphor of sorts – feel free to use your imagination”
Well, let’s just say that it’s a very sweet reference. In fact, it’s too sweet for my liking to be in a poem, but that’s okay. Hajera’s just an amateur anyways
Asmaa, get a life
update the dang blog, will ya.