Tonight the moon hides its face
The sky, a vast stretch of nothing
With no stars twinkling
A million light years away.
Just faint voices in the distance
And beyond that,
Silence from muted mouths.
Inside someone sits still
And looks at something
Only he can see.
But I don’t cry.
Tears are for people
Who know less, I realize.
I finally understand:
The stars are hiding
But they blaze somewhere in the distance.
6 comments:
I'm now at the point where I guess I start reading "Discernment" and feel like it's a cliche in a very Zen kind of way, which is annoying because you feel like you want it not to ring true because it sounds so repeated but beautifully ...i don't know..i am tempted to say "unserving" but I'm not sure what I really mean by that. Gi underline-an gani ug red ang unserving so mismo Google wa ka baw ako pasabot. Ngano kahang di kasabot ang Google nako?
Anyway.. I don't know. I guess it simply shows how often I've been reading this particular poem.
this poem was a mistake and rediscovering how cliched it is makes me want to disown it.
i want to rip off those annoying last 2 lines and throw them to the dogs. really.
If you put it like that, cutting out the last two lines, of course it's dead. But maybe it's outside looking in thing. Give it a rest, and reread it again and you may know again what I mean, like before. Or maybe, it's the big ... No, I can't even say the beginning letter. That's how horrible it is. But there's medication again so I don't think, like you hopefully, I'm far away from health. :-)
Never won a LitWit, although I did get my entries and usernames either banned, spam-tagged or unpublished. I won The Social Network shirt, though, and other raffles whose prizes didn't get delivered because like I said I'm mostly banned. A bad thing that I know better now not to intentionally repeat if it can be helped.
reading this piece still makes me cringe. those last 2 lines are what you read in selp-help books that strive to be optimistic but always sound pretentious. omigod, what was i thinking? and the imagery is so cliched and emo-ish. argh.
i thought you won a Liwit, didn't you mention before that you won something and was about to claim your prize in Manila? and may i just ask..what's the point of having hunks all over zafra's blog? it just annoys me sometimes, takes the spotlight away from the reading.
Did I say it was for a LitWit? Gipamubo ra siguro ko to, what I meant there was a raffle. Nakadaog kog T.C. Boyle's The Woman nga ingon siya iya nalang daw e-deliver but then to no avail. I have several accounts in her blog that may have made her think I'm up for something she won't be very fond of so it didn't go through. Naa naman sad ko anang libroha.
The hunks are supposed to be for humor, fuel and other personal needs. Murag kang Zobel de Ayala manang project ang pag support sa rugby and I think Zafra owed her one tungod atong Flip nga gi publish ni Zobel and friends pud na sila I guess. I don't mind it that much because I approve of skin, especially Monica Belluci's. It makes me feel normal.
But no matter: Join. The. Contests. Because you really need to write more in a way that Jessica Zafra does and I don't and I mean this in the most positive others-centered way. Which isn't necessarily good but is better, right? And not that I know you're not already doing that kind of writing today.
"And Silent Now" in my A.P.P. was one of the LitW. entries that I'm sure she intentionally didn't publish.
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