Salutations, brothers far and wide, sisters near and here; as I have promised in the last update, I'm present today with all sorts of new things!
After thinking about it the other week, I've spent the length of this one talking to a couple of people and skimming through a couple of sources, and today I've decided to go along with two new styles! The first is a little something called 'acoustic poetry'. It's supposed to be this poetry format where all the phrases are arranged in an objective stance, so that you get a mystery word or phrase spelled out when you read the first letter from each phrase vertically, from first to last.
The second poetry style will be known some time today or tomorrow once I've finished typing it up from my notebook.
In the meantime... CHUNI! *fanfare*
Permanent Traces
In which a scathing lover, too, never forgets.
I've tried too many times.
•
Camouflaged feelings pose no concern towards the
Animosities of our near past, and as
Night draws near, I am in a trance;
Tumbling to dreams of you.
•
Fragrant flowers must scatter,
Oceans are constantly a-move, and yet,
Run I cannot, from your face
Glistening in my mind's eye;
Everything we've shared is permanent,
Traced deeply into the chambers of my being.
•
Yao. Pray tell, why,
Of all the world, must it be you, who is
Unforgettable to my wistful heart?
Indeed, Kiku. It is impossible to forget a potentially-alzheimers-inflicted-4000-year-old-lover with a bad habit of leaving his slippers lying around the house. In the case of my mother, the latter case is even more of an excuse to never forget you; your face becomes permanently engraved into her list of people to yell at when a flowerpot is shifted an inch to the left of the staircase.
Of course, it's not like I've ever landed myself in such a list.
... I hope.
-Plumeria hi, who has a guilty pleasure of shifting flowerpots so that fake flower-heads can get a taste of sunshine too