Monday, April 6, 2009

“Mood Swings”

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The conversation was slow and cold –
Started awkward, abruptly stopped
You and I ran out of words,
Out of happiness. Trapped…

That’s how the evening ended –
Bitterness’ poisoned my soul…
I shall submerge into the fifth dimension,
The sacred place of rhymed words.

Next morning – winds and rain,
The sadness frowns at me, still alive…
Nature too displays her moods today,
To match my own frame of mind…
March 31, 2009

6 comments:

Fram said...

Natalie of the Rus ....

Has anyone ever told you beautiful women are the curse of men. I suppose you have heard that a few times.

Your poem is sad, but you still smile. You should concentrate on writing about happiness and the unknown rather than sadness, I think. You were meant to wear a smile.

There always is tomorrow ....

A Cuban In London said...

Out of words and out of happiness. Bitter poetry tastes better as a leftover meal put away in the fridge overnight and enjoyed the day after, Many thanks for another raw outing.

Greetings from London.

Natalie said...

Thank you, Fram,
Strange thing is that happiness is not as inspiring as sadness…
Re: The curse. It is all in man’s mind!!

Natalie said...

Mr. Cuban,
You know that we, Scorpios, cannot leave without drama!
Thank you.

Yoli said...

Are you an actress? You are not only beautiful but you have a way of quoting these poems and plays which are just wonderful.

Natalie said...

Yoli,
You are always so very kind, thank you…
No, I am not an actress although I wanted to be one many years ago – I didn’t pass the test in Theatre School, for better or worse, who knows!!