Ah, when it comes to writing, the two things I feel that I'm genuinely good at are stories and poetry.
The first poem I'm posting here is in reality the last poem I've written up until now. And, truth be told, I must admit that it is also the one I'm most
proud of satisfied with. I wrote it in less than an hour during a poetry-writing competition held by the English Literary Association of my school last year (2009). It turned out exactly the way I wanted it to and, with Allah's blessing, went on to win first place.
It's generally acknowledged by everyone that has ever read a poem of mine that practically no one can understand the full meaning of the phrases and/or get the whole picture unless I explain it all. I wonder
isn't that the whole point of poetry whether that is a shortcoming on my part; I do tend to be rather vague and mysterious when I write poems.
And this one is no different:
With a sigh, I turn away
Your pleading eyes beg me to stay
But you know that I must go
For over me, my heart holds sway
The golden sun vanishes from sight
A lone star twinkles, oh so bright
And the soft whispers of the wind
Accompany the approach of twilight
The time has come, the tide is high
With a hopeful heart, I look to the sky
Oh, how I've wished for this moment
So, for me, dear one, do not cry
For too long have I been repressed
Unable to command my life; so helpless
But no more; now, I stand tall
My life is my own; no one else's
The strong fires of my soul will burn
And I walk away with a pounding heart
Away from a life that was naught but a lie
But to you, little one, I promise to return
The image I had in my head while I wrote this was that of a rich boy (maybe the son of a nobleman or a prince?) who had spent all his life being told what to do. People had such high expectations of him that his family strove to make him grow up to be what everyone wanted him to be. His decisions were made for him and no one asked what it was that he wanted. He was forced to live a style of life that he never desired, but no one ever gave him a choice. The outside world was forbidden to him and he knew no play or joy, only the suffocating rules and laws enforced by his parents.
Finally, when he comes of age, he sets out to put a stop to it. He has had enough of being a puppet and living a shallow lie. Now, he is his own man and nothing can stop him from chasing his dreams. So he sets off one night after the sun sets, leaving his homeland behind. He goes to live his own life, walking away from the nightmares of his severe childhood. This is what makes up the main body of this poem.
The other person mentioned here as "dear one" and "little one" is someone I imagine to have been the rich youth's only friend during his lonely childhood. Someone younger than him; perhaps the daughter of a steward or servant. She is the only one who listened to his sorrows and understood him, and brought him smiles and laughter at the end of particularly hard days. When he leaves at the end, he has to leave her behind as well; hence the "Your pleading eyes beg me to stay". But he promises his young friend that one day, he will surely come back to her. That part can almost be perceived as a pre-romance.
This is the imagery I had in my mind when I wrote this. And the song I was humming to myself at the time was the one Liv Tyler sang in the extended version of The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, the deleted scene Eowyn's Healing. It was, you could say, my inspiration for this poem. :)
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