its been more than a year since i last put digital pen to online paper?
more than a year? no, it cant be. but dates on the net apparently don't lie.
so much i need to update. it truly has been a while since i last verbalized my thoughts on screen. believe me, its not that i didn't want to.
procrastination really wasn't the typical excuse here ... or was it? hmmm.
well, anyway, i truly do believe that other insidious reasons are at play, lurking beneath in deeper waters. i wanted to do this. i wanted to do that. and i ended up doing nothing. well, tonight i break the cycle.and lets initiate the resurrection of visits to my online journal with the sweetness that is poetry. yes, poetry.
the resplendence and glory of language in an engaging, melodious structure.
i've always been a fan of poetry and i love how it pulls me into its inescapable grasp, like how the super black hole that hovers in the center of our galaxy that pulls light in mercilessly.
i've loved how words capture and tangle me into its playfully wicked web as i joyfully allow myself to be cocooned by the magic of their presence. words that are thoughts, cloaked in spirit and passion, that transport me into another realm of verbal joy every time i hear an echo.
and i guess it was just a matter of time, before i felt the inexplicable need to pen down poetry of my own literary creation. and for quite some time now, ive had certain words in my mind floating from one end to another, trying to weave themselves in a cohesive and significant manner.
glass, steel, geometry, urbanism, walls, corridors, marble.
these are not words found typically in writings of romance, love, passion or tragedy, but these are the words propelling me to create something structured. and so i could no longer postpone the venture and attempted. took a while, no doubt, but i think the attempt has paid off.
so, please accept my first poem written as an homage to the noble art of architecture. and as far as first tries go, i think this one ain't too bad.
AS I WALK THROUGH HALLS OF GLASS AND STEEL
As I walk slowly through halls of glass and steel,A sense of inspired geometry is what I strangely feel,
Its almost as if these innate materials were somehow alive,
And to perceive their secretive whispers, undyingly I strive.
Wherever I may sojourn, wherever I may escape,
Modern temples of urbanism, abound in this landscape,
Their presence, awe inspiring, were birthed from trade,
Takes away no wonder, from the sanctity they radiate.
These spaces seem vivid and authentic, even purely zen in nature,
Mathemically designed for certain, yet not something I can measure.
Only a sense of something spiritual resounds intangibly in the air,
The Great Architect's signature possibly, indiscreetly made aware.
On marble floors & travertine walls, I gaze deeply at their majesty,
Strikingly gorgeous their colours are, so lusciously rich their tapestry,
Then vertical boundaries of crystalline glass, tempered and pristine,
Focuses my visual senses to this translucent medium, vigilant & serene.
Amidst the hundreds who weave through these structured corridors,
Like incessant waves brushing against endless, endless shores,
Using these spaces as nothing more than a meaningless walkway,
Does no one pause to appreciate their elegance, even for a single day?
Undisturbed by this puzzle, but haunted tacitly by its presence,
I move on to observe more artistry, seeking out a hidden essence,
And contemplate ever so more on the resplendence that is design,
i thank the heavens for this gift of architecture,
a gift so blessed, a gift so divine.
and oh yea ... on one unexpected night i was asked to present a poem, so of course, this was the only one i had the time ... i got a chance to present this piece at a poetry slam thingy at starbucks at taylor's lakeside campus on thursday, 29 sept 2011, after being invited by the host ... i thought, "sure, why not,"
no regrets there!
