The Lady of the Lake

Her face is impassioned;
Her gestures without warmth.
She lies on the surface of the lake,
awaiting the embrace of beloved Night.

Her flowing gown melts
Into softly shimmering waters,
the Moon her erstwhile companion,
its glow displaying her charm.

She sits, alone,
her features chiseled marble,
beauty like that of glittering emeralds,
Radiant and cold.

04 April 2006

Haz, think today has been a very productive day, in terms of blogging, that is. This last poem is inspired by a book i just borrowed from GE library, Titled, 'Maggie Taylor's Landscape of Dreams', which is very surrealistic in nature. Her imagery is dark, and strangely thought-provoking. The closest feeling that i can but a name to with regards to reading this book is 'disquiet', yet it is excitingly so. Her use of photoshop to combine her images inspires me to pick up the graphics tablet that's moulding in my bedroom and play with it, haz.

Today was quite an eventful day, although i didn't take all the pictures that i wanted. I managed to go to aston mansions to snap some pics, as well as bendemeer, but it was pouring at bendemeer, so didn't really get good photos. I probably have to take another trip down to capture the exterior of the building, which i only got 2 miserly shots of today... Wanted to visit shanster today too, but since she's at cca, so didn't call at her house, so regretful...

All in all, 2 out of 4 places in a day, and with my current house a close third(by tomorrow i hope), it's not a bad effort for a weekday. So i guess that's why i'm feeling relaxed and inspired enough to write my blog, hahaz. It's an indulgence to write what i like, i feel, and to some extent, i quite resent the guilt. It's as if my time is no longer my own, and i miss the carefree time of my childhood. It might not have been eventful, but it is precisely its relaxed pace that i yearn for now.