Tuesday, January 25, 2011

We Are Different Each Time

She discovered herself,
Found you.

In whirlwind throes
Your attempt to sweep her,
Her salient serene persona
Unruffled.

Who appreciates blatent speech?
Whose idea of perfection leaves one not in tethers?

The concept, not yours,
Others have tried,
Weaklings, she found them.
You, she bared for.
Same, you did not.
Creator, you are not.

Points-crisscrossing,
Decisions-pace-marking,
Hinder not what you understand not,
Appreciate the difference.

Compare not past with present,
Each has its turn and place.
Mould not material you don't understand,
Properties you can't begin to comprehend.
If nothing at all;
Understand this
We are different each time.

1 comment:

Myne Whitman said...

Very very true. Differences are not always bad.

Nice poem.