I’m taking a break today from creative writing. There are days when words come effortlessly and my fingers can barely keep up with the rush of ideas, but there are days too when I end up just staring at the screen because nothing comes out. This day is the latter. I’ve run out of inspiration I guess or I’m just too tired to think.
Nevertheless, I’m trying to make it up to you for neglecting my blog for a week and I’m trying to post every day this week. I’ve barely missed Thursday but I guess this post will still count. It’s just past midnight anyway.
For this look, I’m wearing the Blanc et Noir jacket that I’ve worn several times before. I just love it, that’s why. It just adds class to any look, I think. Besides, I have no problem about repeating the things I wear. How about you? Do you repeat clothes?
Anyway, enough with the gab. I’ll leave you with photos and a beautiful poem from E.E. Cummings.
Somewhere I Have Never Traveled
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose -
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
- Jacket from Blanc et Noir at SM Store
- Sheer lace top – thrifted
- Pencil Skirt from Charlotte Russe
- Belt from Primo at SM Store
- Shoes from Parisian
That poem is one of my absolute favorites together with “Variations on the Word Sleep” by Margaret Atwood. I would probably swoon if some guy read that to me with all sincerity. Actually, just thinking about it already makes me all giddy! *swoon*
Do you guys have a favorite poem? Let me know as I would be very happy to read them.
Talk to you all soon!