#1- 5th Feb 'o9: 'Felicity Harbour'

2009-02-25T07:43:00.000-08:00

In this cold and distant place,
I find no peace; no solace.
I begin to forget the questions -
that sprinkle, tire and stir.
How do I begin to explain?
The dull, humming vibrations
In this time of long awaited resonance.
Flee is not a word, but a thought.
It has followers that scatter and scorn.
A wall grows rampant in excess.
If you take a step forward and close one eye,
your feet will warn in protest.
Your head tells you otherwise
And hence, you proceed with caution.

There is a light you see in the peep hole -
that brightens, flicker and glows.
You hear a voice calling you in disdain,
Felicity Harbour is her name.
Wandering ships deck at her mercy,
so as to avoid the sounding fury.

I long to partake in the Court of Miracles.
And escape into the devil's mayhem.
We can be stuck in this threshold of an era
Which will cease to tame.

Yet sometimes, when my boat fails me,
the current sends the majestic vessels a wave.
It acknowledges my plight and keeps its arms open.
However, the hands are closed.
Now I can hear their martyred shouts -
it lacks sincerity and dreadful praise.
Providing no condolence or grace;
Disturbing the unwanted serenity.
So with hesitation and appearing doubt,
I stretch out my hand to them.

Hopefully, perhaps like your fears,
it will die out the same.

5th Feb 'o9

9 pm @ the workroom

NOTE: My previous blog was titled - Felicity Harbour. The title was created for the new year and to a certain extent, my new life. I've always been described as a 'sad person' and i'm tired of it... So I hope that Felicity Harbour can give me a new image, one that is more comforting and inviting. I want to bring happiness to the people around me and my loved ones. The title inspired me to device a poem to demonstrate (quite accurately) my character - I find it hard to accept help from anybody. And as a human being, I make mistakes: I long to be perfect and good but I am (at the same time) drawn into the world of mockery and deceit. I usually mull over these things... and think about them constantly - that is what makes me seem unapproachable most of the time.

The rest of the poem and its meaning... is open to your interpretation!

Writer's Note

2009-02-23T21:25:00.000-08:00

In case you are not aware, I own a Fictionpress account which i'm embarrassed to say is not very active. haha... But it does have a few records of my earliest poems. It was written when I was younger, therefore it is not my best (yet!).

Please do review if you have the time.

I welcome constructive criticism.

P.S: I was not trained or taught by any professional writers or poets. I am simply a girl who loves to have a record of her thoughts and feelings. In other words, please be very kind during commenting! (I have a weak heart!)

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#1- 5th Feb 'o9: 'Felicity Harbour'

Writer's Note