thinking of....

Jia's latest :)

BUT before i go into that... Jia! you made me feel so bad, i not forcing you. god knows you can't force artistic expression BUT as YOU mention you do write a whooping 13 pages (at least to me) a month so share them..haha at least with me then..

otherwise what's the beauty of words or thoughts or mere half spun imaginations if you keep it to yourself? and not allow your fans (mainly me..but i think there will be more? :P) to appreciate and bask in your glory.hehe

OKay, now onto your poem.

you have got something i have been trying to achieve all this while but obviously haven't ( and i think it's just not fated to achieve).

get to the point. i like, no love the use of ypur language and imagery. this may sound sappy.hahs! i don't care. but how many people out there can string up a sentence, much less a poem with such fitting/poignant stuff( i don't know what's that called ?!)

i mean,take for example..

"Glimpsed his through the fading sunlit trees, Caught hers on the edge of my fingertips"

for all those who haven't yet appreciate the wonders of description you will not get what i mean. but for those who do... can you see yourself doing that? sometimes during everyday life. being out of touch? the feeling of 'almost'?

of course, i don't know jia's true motive or feelings when writing this poem. but that's what i feel..and i like the last part.. "while you and the world sleep.." it sounds serene.. haha and a little sad too..

okay. this is getting too long. i seem to be doing a lit essay instead.haha. got to go. but i 'll try digging among my pile of poems. to find something UP TO JIA's standard..gosh wouldn't that be hard?? * scratches head*