A Beginning Poem

The end is always the beginning of something new. Even though we might head into a favourable situation during this change, it takes time and patience. But all efforts are rewarded in its own mysterious ways.

for Adriana, from a helpless admirer,


Once upon a time

There was a single thought

That I wanted to put into a rhyme

But this time it was odd.

 

I first began with “Once upon”,

But the rest was never written.

I felt like my fingers had been bitten,

So, I tried another run.

 

“Beginning is the word I have”

Was the start of the first verse.

But the rest was done so worse,

So, I altered the poem’s calve.

 

I tried to write “Why is a raven”.

But this phrase was ringing a bell,

Do not plagiarize Luis Carroll!

So, I’d had those first words shaven.

 

I was desperate and in despair

Thinking that the world is unfair.

After a while

I changed the style.

Maybe it is better in a Limerick’s flare.

 

Again I started to articulate,

But this path was not part of my fate.

15 not less

Starts had been a mess,

Before I realized, it was already too late.

 

Not a single word on the sheet was told.

I had torn my hair a thousand fold

And I felt that my head got bold

Because the air felt piercingly cold.

 

I even tried to build the rhyme

Like the pyramids in their prime

Had been built in an ancient time

Starting at the end of the usual climb.

 

So, I proudly wrote “The End”.

But who am I to vainly pretend,

The starting point was not my friend.

A week I had already spent.

 

Beginning

Beginning

Beginning

Beginning

.

.

.

Wait!

There was a wording I can say.

Joyfully I shouted “hurray”!!

But wait!

.

.

.

Nope.

.

.

 

My dear princess, I am really sorry,

For months, I couldn’t stop to worry.

I hope that you are still with me in love,

Although I struggled as seen all above.

 

You see, I have a serious issue.

Not only love, but I also miss you.

And in this time, there is so much to say

Of how much I need you every day.

 

How could I ever express this magical feeling

When I can’t even break the start’s sealing.

Against all my pride, I have to do a confession

There are just no words I could use for expression.

 

However, don’t worry, I will never rest

Until I find the words fitting the best.

Until then, you voluntarily have to excuse,

These are the words I will preliminary use:

 

You are my girl, my lover and friend.

You are my beginning; you will be my end!



 

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