Vicky's Poetry Corner

A Heart That Was Deferred

Deference converted me when I was three

Patience meddled, Fate was left at the door

So nine years I wandered

till rite of passage marked my growth

Fate came knocking at the door

Prudence locked it, then told me not to answer

Patience warned me:

"It seeks to devour your intelligence, is all."

So I ignored that monster without word.

A dozen years passed away----

made Time come take memory a stray

A soul-less voice whispered tears for me

How my eyes shunned and drowned it

Another dozen years still, rekindled

my heart laments once more

to touch upon beauty and implore

what was that life I had if never to know

how idle I've been but always have known

distant perfection on grand marble;

carve away the excess to behold

only the true obelisk that is my soul.

This is a very abstract piece. It may not be obvious, but I struggled with this love/ passion for writing. For many, such a fixation is best described as a muse, a gift, or even an obsession. It followed me since childhood and still haunts and tease me today.

It's kind of like how the sculpture of Michaelangelo came to be. Leonardo da Vinci carved him out of a block. Ironic. A block. Writer's block. Carved away to reveal the true work of art within. Perfection.

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P.S. I will be updating weekly as the holidays are coming up. Plus, I am embarking on yet a new writing project. So, please be patient if you don't see me pop up on your feed as frequently.