SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, althoughhis height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
ahhh, love. should hve shared this last valentine's day..but then these days are the proving days of love----ordinary days, filled with the mundane, spats and disputes..struggles and even horrors, terror....i think this Love still lives, i speak because i bleed along with the words in the sonnet.
Just sharing...you see, this is one of the first few poems my mother shared to me. She was a teacher, a stage actress during university days (just like my grandma) and raised one son who became a rock star in our small town and later toured Asia with his band...another son, now finding his niche in the Culinary Arts/Tourism, and three daughters one of which has wandered various fields and wondered if her upbringing by a family of artists and over-acting frustrated actors, actresses, musicians, writers, etc...caused her to thrive on drama and pain. Yes, i wonder. I cannot seem to change this area of my life, my personality. I feel so much- sadness, anger, and love. And at times i could not contain them, i transform into a person i abhor. And at times when everything seems normal and okay, i tend to hunger for them- perhaps only disguised in words "meaning and purpose" when every moment of my life daily brings me an inch or a milisecond closer to what i desire...oh i dunno. Am just musing and getting so melodramatic. I miss those days...and those places---those times..so large, so magnificent and exhilarating, so dreamy in image, so unfiltered yet magical...so free, so like that girl i once knew who now is so dead.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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Pinky , that girl still lives . She thrives deep inside you and comes to your rescue when you need her the most .
Cool about your family . Now I know why you miss them so . Hope you are not really bleeding . When is the baby due ? Take care OTE
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