Friday, April 02, 2010

Note in a Bottle


Dearest Herim,

My love contains
the deepest desires,
the most lucid of dreams
bottled in unspoken promises
fears jarred into oblivion.

Will you let them fall
into the hands
of such painful near-perfection?

The hands of the one
who ravishes my vision
front and centre.

The hands of whom
noises all but
cease to matter.


3 poetic mutterings:

wan hazimah said...

i love all your poems miss sheena!!!!

Sheena Baharudin said...

Thanks Hazimah! *grins widely.

You should come to one of my poetry performances next time tau! :)

wan hazimah said...

i'm terribly sorry, miss!!!! ur performance hr tuh, i really wanted to go!!!! i was deadly wanted to watch u on the stage. but, u knowlah.... my mother. she's very difficult to allow me to go out.so many things to be done at home. hehehhee...... next time, bile2, plz inform me, ya miss. insya Allah, i'll try to make my way to go and watch u perform! hehehe=)