The water was dark and murky
I knew of the fishes and corals underneath
Though none I could see
No colours seeping through
Still, I had to cross to the safety of the land
So I wadded through
The land people noticed my shrunken skins
and my matted hair, tousled with sands
But they could not have known
For the smiling mask I bartered as greetings
Has dawdled their fury of questions
to a later that did not resurface
Multiple acquaintances made for comfort
Naming them friends was for the majestic ball
Still I felt trapped in those murky waters
Sometimes underneath them
Needing gasps after gasps of air
Short moments of reprieve
The land people was most welcoming
Hosting lunches and dinners with open invites
Heard of you from the vines full of thorns
Pulled in, I was
an indirect hello for an introduction
Indeed, you kept me intrigued
Up on the yacht we paddled
Conversations of your puzzles kept my thoughts away from those waters
Puzzles you had completed
though some pieces were misaligned and some were broken
Your "willful, artistic approach"
Unfortunately the big wave folded us all
Familiarity keeps me afloat in the coldness
As it is more certain that fighting for life.
While you boarded your boat to safety,
we waved our goodbyes, too precarious to reach out a hand
The drought dried up the waters
But unforgiving of the pains it led stay
So when you told me you had docked at a merriment of a city
I couldn't help but felt envy
Longing for the possibilities that I didn't voice
that stayed silent as I waved you another goodbye
But you were not the gentleman I had met on that land
Perhaps I had not known you at all
For I had waited at the harbour for as many times as those three pigeons you sent
But you were never there
Huh, wait. You were indeed the same gentleman.
Ones who leaves.
A package had arrived last week
Some excitement were still within me due to the festivities surrounding me
I thought my stars were finally aligned!
Paid for a carriage I had
But ride it? I cannot.
Obligations bore me, sentiment exhausts me!
But I had too many qualms in me to sustain myself
I had no more riddles to let you butcher without an answer
I had bouquets of my hopes delivered
But no, there was never a single vase
For the roses were left to dry on the pavements in the harbour
Hello everyone, I'm trying spoken poetry for the first time! Pardon the weird intonation or pauses, I trying it out base on feelings for now so do forgive me if I'm butchering it :(
Also, enjoy!
