Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Nervous Nervosa

Nervosa loved when nothing was discussed
Special moments were of silent sharing
Silent daring and silent caring.
Nervosa was pretty, with long black hair,
Moon-Round toenails and in-between fair.
One by one she let people in,
And danced with them till they wept with joy.
One by one she threw them out,
Till they drowned in the pools she made in their hearts

Nervosa liked to flow along
With the tide of life as it crashed on the rocks
But she fled back to the ocean, vast and limitless
When she felt the sandy beach underfoot
Not she, to step on land and walk
With the people as they rushed along
Not she to remain in the coral kingdom
With the sea creatures that lived there
Nervosa was amphibious
Nervosa was ambiguous

Never was there such a girl, so straight and tall
And yet so willow like in a breeze
She conversed with one and spoke with all
She gave of her true self to none
Restless was her spirit and firm was her will
To flirt with every terrain.
But quietly afraid of this butterfly life
For it poured loneliness in her veins

Will she freeze her liquid ways?
Can she stop her wicked wandering?
For behind her as she went along,
She left broken glass and blue songs.
Taking each time a step, a shard and a note.

Poor Nervosa so sad inside
Pride swollen within her silken hide
Afraid that one day her heart would sink
Pierced by the growing weight of her cargo.
Then Nervosa would no longer be free to roam
Caged and bound within a home.


Blogger Roger Stevens said...

I like it. Especially the last two lines of the first stanza.

Nice one.

6:34 PM  
Blogger Manish Bhatt said...

Heya, ya got me inspired, 'n then I wrote a poem. Do step in ma humble blog n leave a comment.

(And no, I aint leavin' this comment on every other blog missy).

6:14 PM  

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