Slip of the Pen

Poetry Written for Another Person

is different,
a stark contrast to poetry
written for one’s self
(poetry at its rawest harshest kindest
truest form).

the farther the person is from the heart,
the fainter the beat will be. faint
fainter faintest, until there is
nothing more
to hear
.

but when
the person is
close closer closest,
the beat gets strong stronger
strongest, and convictions ululations
salutations damnations gush out from pen
to paper, finally reaching a crescendo where
the moment is invincible and the spirit is unstoppable.

poetry written for another person
is different,
a stark contrast to poetry
written for one’s self, as different as
gems in a pirate’s chest for the foreigner,
stars on a clear night for those we hold dear.



3:53 AM
The Day When the Person-Whom-the-Corsarius-Holds-Dear Celebrates Her Birth
Quezon City

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er, here’s mine: ^_______________^

now that’s what you call big-mouthed! :P

the teapot (who is definitely back in the blogosphere business) absolutely agrees with you…

to aurora: cheers to the little teapot! i’ll be visiting your web space as many times as my time will permit me ;)

too true…at times the words do really gush!

i hope you don’t mind the link!

quite a birthday present. truth between you and the other wrapped in words for all to behold.

i wish somebody could write something like this for me. but then i’d have to find my own neruda.

this is definitely better than expensive roses.

to kita: especially when you’re writing for someone close to you ;) and thank you so much for the link!

to abaniko: haha, i’d sure forward that to her :D

to hera: you’ll find him, hera. it’s just the waiting part that’s hell. :)

“truth between you and the other wrapped in words for all to behold.” –> this is elegant. poetry to describe poetry.

that was nice corsarius.

nice
nicer
nicest.

^_^

to sunset_eyes: thanks thankser…eh, i’m forcing myself here. eto na lang: salamat po!. :D

aww….so so so true!

but i still love poetry for onesself…glorifying ones…now we’ve spotted the narcissist in the crowd eh? :D

to claudzki: you know me, claudzki. make that two narcissists ;)

i am impressed…

marami pong salamat.. :)

makes me feel selfish for not loving or better yet—unloving.

on a happier note, yiheeeeee. ;)

[yiheee] ka dyan! :P on an un-jokingly note, long time no see/hear/blog!

[...] It’s my turn to greet the one who’s greeted me through his blog over the years, for which I couldn’t return the favor as I had no blog of my own back then. (Not that I’d be able to come up with equally poetic words, anyway.) [...]

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