spring: noon

On a bench watching life
passing me by.
The blinding sun hides
the mode of my decline.

I wonder how many are lost,
with time to kill
their spirits.
Not enough shadows cast
to shroud the malaise of May
beginning.

Here comes the dog days of summer
to wake us from complacent slumber.

my attempt at writing outdoors has resulted in this somewhat incoherent and meaningless piece of work. we've all been enjoying spring so much and looking forward to summer with such fervor that we seem to neglect how the two nice seasons bring with them mere respite from discomfort but not a solution to any kind of problem. life moves on and the heat can serve to amplify the worst aspects of things. and as i constant reevaluate the things and people around me, i'm getting more and more confused as the days get warmer and warmer.

spring: sick

I'm getting sick of
displaying of affection,
assumptions that an audience
would appreciate the excitement.

I'm getting sick of
presumptious affectation,
addressing salutations
to people just vaguely familiar.

I'm getting sick of
pretend felicitation,
an endless collection of
merely empty congratulations.

I'm getting sick of
well-meaning intervention,
declaring the intention
of abetting hopeless endeavours.

I'm getting sick of
just trying to be myself,
cynically admitting
to caricaturing someone else.

there is nothing much to say about this. it started as an exercise of wordplay, and it just became depressing.

spring: forgotten

My lover left and brought spring
but where I am the sun does not reach.
And as one by one the flowers bloom
to add to my interminable gloom,
I pray for the chill of winter snow.

While for the return of warm days they do cheer,
who would remember the one who each year
suffers the lost of his deserved bride?

As all celebrate the coming of spring,
I remain forgotten like all wretched things.

this has nothing to do with any kind of personal experience. but my bio professor told us the story of persephone, ceres and hades during a class on ergot toxins (don't ask), which somehow made me feel very sad for hades. which, besides telling me that i am kind of a crazy person, made me realised how much prejudice is so commonly present. just because someone is not a nice person doesn't mean he doesn't have the capacity to love does it? i sincerely hope not. and ultimately, who remembers that in this tale, hades suffers 6 months out of every year for the loss of his bride? people only care that spring and summer is when persephone returns to ceres so we get our nice weather. i think there's something really fundemental about human thinking here. or that i'm just crazy.