Short and sweet!
Well, well, well, back for more are we? Good, I was getting lonely! Speaking of loneliness…we all have that someone in our lives that makes us feel as though the world were but half a place before they came into it; someone that, though not possible, you had felt to have known all along, yes?
Well, in reality, some of us do not have that person; we are a soft crescent shape waiting to be met with a likened piece that, more often than not, fits well, but just that – well…like some kind of sad and cruel Jaffa Cake of life.
I too share in the social ubiquity of searching for that long lost someone that I have felt to have known more than most. So, what have I done with my devilishly charming nihilism? Well, I have written a poem; It is one of my shortest, but I believe that it will be relevant in the eyes of most. Enjoy...
S/he
Never fair.
Ever looking,
Never there.
S/he.
Do you make perfume ads?
While a heavy French accent would turn this poem into some sort of narration for an avant-garde perfume advertisement, I believe that it says all that needs to be said about searching for Amanda Huggenkiss.
I should also clarify that the use of the word ‘fair’, within this poem, I had meant to mean someone of great beauty – not whether something is subjectively just. With this in mind, I'm not saying that everyone is ugly, more that it takes a certain je ne sais quoi about someone to keep us from wanting to look anywhere but upon them.
Egh…anyway.
Whether you have already found the person you are looking for, or you have just begun traipsing through the undergrowth of singledom, I wish you well in your journey and that love may keep you. Perhaps this poem will remind you of the many nights spent singing under your other half’s balcony, or perhaps it may give you strength in knowing that others are just as you are, right now – awesome!
For now, kick up your collar, draw your shades to the tip of your nose, and give the world a big ole wink.
Speak soon, Steemit!
Dan
Poignant. I don't get to use that word very often, but that's the word that came to mind when reading this.
Interestingly, when googling it to be sure I was using it correctly, I didn't realize it was tied to sadness. I thought it was more about something that leaves a sharp impression, which this poem certainly did for me. Thanks again for sharing. Sorry I missed this before the 7 days. Off to read some more of your posts. They're always so well written, sorry I missed them in my feed. I wish Steemit was more customizable in regards to notifications & tailoring your feed.
I must thank you for taking the time to consistently read my work. I was in two minds as to whether to publish this poem based on its superior sense of pomp - I think it rides that line very dangerously. By all means, I'm pleasantly relieved that you have found it to be of poignience to yourself; I can only hope that for my readers.
I must apologise for my late replies also (that and the lack of posts recently), I have been driven off my feet with new jobs, projects, and work. Don't worry about this whole 7-day malarky, I don't write for the money - I consider it a form of therapy. Thank you, nonetheless. :)
I hope you're keeping yourself well, @crowbarmama