(09-27-2024, 06:00 PM)Maxmars Wrote: When I have reached her,
Can I know?
Can I truly discern what her beauty is,
or only what remains in her wake?
I seek her,
I am open to her presence.
But is she beautiful,
because it is only her passing that I awaken to feel her?
Such is beauty,
she is ever present, yet somehow unfelt, unseen and unappreciated.
Does she hide, or is she hidden,
a simple effect, or a subtle cause?
Is it the beauty in me that she awakens?
Or is there no beauty in me, unless I seek it?
Mine was actually a piece extracted from my archives that's maybe a couple years old. It's not always a good idea to explain it away because it removes the mystery and alternate interpretations, but it was inspired from interaction with a lady on another forum – ideas are seeded then embellished.
I rarely pull and post a piece verbatim though, and there are some minor to moderate revisions and restructuring. It's all mixed in with the newer stuff, and mostly a spur of the moment kind of thing; I just get a thought and go with it.
Yours is good for such a spontaneous creation. Much of what I do begins and ends within the span of only a few minutes, and occasionally I'll start something and then finish it a day or two later.
Sometimes I feel like I'm being a nuisance with all of this maybe partly based on past experience, but that feeling is probably mostly just me. Writing is largely a compulsion for me often upon waking. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever end, but it never does.
