10:14 by Jasmine Seale
10:14
Jasmine Seale
Sword-like rays of street lights,
A view from the front seat,
Your face.
Mysterious.
The curiosity attracts me.
With the blue Volvo car.
Driving,
Along the streets of Marikina.
Alone,
Without a smile,
Stoned face.
Writing, thinking, imagining.
Thinking of you,
With a WHY.
Imagining a picture,
I on the front seat,
Staring at your eyes,
With the square framed black glasses,
Staring at your face,
The expressionless.
The mysterious.
Had the courage to post this poem I wrote last 29th of December when I read my good friend’s blog, Denice of Blabbing Mouth, specifically her entry – Strange Feeling. Until now, I’m feeling exactly what she wrote about. The struggle of that “strange feeling”.
Out of nowhere, I wrote this poem at the time exactly the same as the title. At that time, I was trying to sleep. The yellow lights of my lamp covered the whole room. Then suddenly, the image of him clouded my mind. Hence, the poem. Yes, strange it is.
