Like a tune - from the cafe - now stuck,
Early that morning she'd heard
Only in hindsight she discovered,
How the passing encounter had lingered...
His face as ephemeral a memory -
As the eternity of an instant
Before rising from a dream
- all day long, had been her waking constant...!
The luxury of finding a ride to-and-fro long distance drives can occasionally result in a fancy. Like this one. Since the drive was approximately 2 hours, one side, I'd say I must have taken at least about 3 (hours, yes) coming up with 8 very amateur lines... erm. In my defense, the drive was pretty and very distracting. In all honesty, poetry is obviously not my thing, lol!
Anyway. I thought this would... could... make up for an intermittent something before I did up the proper blogpost that's been pending 2 days now with unexpected work, and stuff...
Also. To indulge the fancy of a fancy, I put together this:
Sadly, isn't everyday anymore that I put this "muse-notebook" to any good avail, although I still faithfully carry its weight in my bag. Since there is no saying when I shall next orchestrate a tryst between paper and pencil - I figured this deserved a spot in the archives.
ps: Open image in a new tab maybe?
pps: Title credit of William Butler Yeats